For it is but a divine awakening in an utterly surreal sense. Linings of reams of pages of books awfully dense . Only to assuage ones subconscious from the pendeleum and pit in which we call being atop a fence. Dearly so one must come to terms as they are alligned in such a fastidious row. The task at hand we shall commence, and come to simply know. To plant your dreams and slumber as they grow.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
Drawling to a jaunty swing number, down on bourbon street. People everywhere at any rate , of and at all times. The night aglow with neon signs of every angle. Trepidantly set upon Gatsby like quality of novelty. Trendsetting a fictitious wonderment for all to enjoy with anticipating excitement.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
Flown from Spain just yesterday flowers upon a window sill. Falling along the window pane , a downpour of blissful rain. Looking past alongside what has to remain, lay the flowers of a long forgotten name.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
Fallen from grace , and to the ground dearly laid. Debtor unknown, to a service paid. Wearly departed and unvisited , underneath a night stark with nothing in it. Hopelessly bound and full of regret, behind a thousand yard stare a prisoner once was set. Flying alone from this earthly plane , leaving sincerely with no pain.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC