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Lily Mills Nov 2012
Who's to say what's
Real or not?

What is fact and
Fiction?

Where is the line
Where fiction becomes
Reality?

Is reality not what we
Make of it?

Do we not live in the
Condensations
Of millions, billions of Imaginations?

Are our dreams
Reality?
Lily Mills Oct 2012
And in the end,
we all end up as just another name on the inside cover of a text book...
Nothing but a distant memory,
to be swept under the rug of history.
Lily Mills Oct 2012
Someday,
when this world isn't so grey
and these skies pass me by.
When all of these worries say good bye...
Someday when the earth stops falling from between these fingers,
and these tears fall far away...
When blue eyes take over my sky
Falling into the dark black night
where my nightmares begin.
Someday when we lay there surveying our past ... When aging speeds
and the heart slows to that final moment.
Ending with one synchronized exhale...
Into the shadows,
into this worlds earth,
into the forever of our never
when we go into the light...
Lily Mills Oct 2012
This monochrome life is nothing without your light.
The colors pour from your finger tips as you frolic about.
The carelessness of your touch creates new brilliance.
To tame you would be detrimental, but to free you would be exquisite.
They try to hide you away and hinder the  beauty
you could create with their monochrome ideals.
Monotone voices and monochrome people,
surrounding and clustered
to catch a glimpse of such a sight is like
watching the soft sun light trickle through the tree tops.
The beauty you are able to expel is like no other you love in spite of everything else.
You shed your light on the cruelest of nights.
Paint the colors of life into everything you see,
and strip away the melancholy of everyday routines.
So happy so lovely so free.
It's time to color our lives withe the beauty of of our imagination...

— The End —