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AnnSura Moon May 2015
I was on top of the mountain.
My feet weren't stable any longer.
The climb was long and painful
And was far from rewarding when I reached the top,
And saw there was nothing there.

My heart felt heavy and my head was spinning.
No oxygen was getting up to my head at the peak.
I needed to get down.
I needed to get to safety.
I needed to step back.
People are there to catch me, but I was afraid.
Falling was never the problem.
The weightless feeling always brought me peace.
It was if I ever hit the ground, was what truly worried me.

Falling never hurt, but landing did.
AnnSura Moon Jul 2014
I was on top of the mountain.
My feet weren't stable any longer.
The climb was long and painful and was far from rewarding when I reached the top, and say there was nothing there.

My heart felt heavy and my head was spinning.
No oxygen was getting up to my head at the peak.
I needed to get down.
I needed to get to safety.
I needed to step back.
People are there to catch me, but I was afraid.
Falling was never the problem.
The weightless feeling always brought me peace.
It was if I ever hit the ground, was what truly worried me.

Falling never hurt, but landing did.
AnnSura Moon Jul 2014
Books open your eyes,
Everyone’s got a story.
Authors and writers are always depressed.
Sad.
Melancholy.
“Why ?” You ask.
Because, the only one who listens is a blank sheet of paper.
Each word
Is a warning.
The author never wants the reader to experience the pain
He or she is going through.
A book is like a guide.
The character is advising you to change and to learn
From your mistakes.
  Jun 2014 AnnSura Moon
Daniel James
.......................


What's that?

Oh... Nothing.


The truth is not an option.


Oh god.

Not again.


That silent phone, distracted eyes.

Thinking about what I've said to...


No. The truth is not an option. I wish it was.


This route just feels familiar now.

There's nothing to look forward to.

But, well...


The truth is not an option.


No. You're right.

But...

I don't know, perhaps it is.



The truth is not an option.


Ok, so what?


Nothing.


Just

say

nothing.
AnnSura Moon Jun 2014
It’s beautiful.
Simply gorgeous.
“black is nothing,” people say.
Well you were once nothing,
The world was once nothing.
The world was created from darkness.
Black.
Black never changes.
It’s timeless.
It’s beautiful.
It’s simple.
It’s elegant.
It’s dark.
It’s darkness.
It’s bold.
It’s powerful.
It’s the queen of all colors.
It symbols death and grief.
It’s a part of me and a part of you.
We all have a dark side.
No color has any depth without black.
You mix black with everything,
There is a fullness to it.
It makes it real.
Black expresses the depths of the unknown,
and encourages the imagination of a different world from that of daylight realities.
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