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I walk to nowhere                                                                                  in particular; walking through my mind to my soul. I find darkened, thorny paths used by demons                                                                       and bright, soft paths                                                                   used by angels. - But I take none. - I forge my own path through thorns                                                                       and                                                                             meadows creating a newer journey that none have seen to an end that I could never                                                                   believe. ~Except~ - I made it there. - To an end with crystal waterfalls running to a see through pond. No dirt but gems, winking at the sky. Surrounded by benches of willing trees and boulders waiting for a climb. Roses dancing through the grasses,                                                                fallen petals form the road thorny stems weaving protection,                                                       walling in my peace. If you find me then you will see                                                   me sitting in the shade                                                         or swimming in the water                                                          or climbing on my friends. - Here. - You will find me all alone                                           in the place                                     I want to be.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Paradise; A Place I Re-Find Again and Again
I walk to nowhere                                                                                  in particular; walking through my mind to my soul. I find darkened, thorny paths used by demons                                                                       and bright, soft paths                                                                   used by angels. - But I take none. - I forge my own path through thorns                                                                       and                                                                             meadows creating a newer journey that none have seen to an end that I could never                                                                   believe. ~Except~ - I made it there. - To an end with crystal waterfalls running to a see through pond. No dirt but gems, winking at the sky. Surrounded by benches of willing trees and boulders waiting for a climb. Roses dancing through the grasses,                                                                fallen petals form the road thorny stems weaving protection,                                                       walling in my peace. If you find me then you will see                                                   me sitting in the shade                                                         or swimming in the water                                                          or climbing on my friends. - Here. - You will find me all alone                                           in the place                                     I want to be.
#peace#depression#paradise
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christina-cox
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
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