A little something I made my self, a little strange, tell me what u think...
A map for every journey, a key for every lock, a cry for every tear... What shrill promise reality holds. On the edge of sanity on a sun wept night, the light gleams over a fading land scape. Somewhere lost in the sands of time I stand still, and make a wish. I long only to return to a great moment, a spectacular event, bear witness to the etraordinary; and find once more, a lively soul. Around the world, and back here in an instant, a tie to roam and a knot to break; a path to end an a journey to begin. Food for thought, and an imagination to starve. The ordinary to thrive, and truth from life; derive.
Look not into the vast voids, but escape at once, flee the truth and innocence that passion cannot unite when it is contempt that holds the gift of superior knowledge, lacking only a soul. What pearls I hold in these hands of darkness, watch, listen, they gleam. What uncertainties life holds. Escape begone at once, take nothing, but oppose that which binds your soul to eternity, and it's nevery edning stretches of wisdom. In bounds I lie. It is here I ponder all the darkness, untouched by the light of hope. Journey now into that which surrounds your thoughts . A musical journey, one filled with only glimpses into what is left better undisturbed in the resonence of my desire. Survival is not enough, you must prevail. Gentle warrior, go now, be brave. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 62518 ( Click here )
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