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It's another night which yearns my attention. The dark carasses my skin oh so coldy. I write to keep my mind at ease, so the "bumps" of the night don't wreck my nerves. I guess this is the time where my writing comes out at it's peak. . . .If you can call it that.
Clearly it seems, my body lacks the "enthusiasm" to go to bed while my mind is itching with too many thoughts. The more I play with words to more it seems to make a bit more sense to me.
Such as,
The faded crystal colors the handful.
A smile seeks to scream outloud.
The voices keeps on screaming to the air.
The claws of death seeks to touch life.
The empty urn is wisest of them all.
All phrases have a meaning, a sense, a purpose. No words are ever wasted, it's always the breathe and time to speak them.
Do you need clarity to understand the word itself. A meaning behind the meaning.
Such are the things running through my head tonight.
And such are the things to keep on thinking. . .