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I have spent so much time staring at blank walls, whispering secrets to the cracks while watching the time creep by in shallow pockets. I have wallowed in the sorrows made up inside my aching head, formed by fears that bubbled inside, volcanic eruptions of expectations, tribulations. until one day, fingertips tapped on my shoulder blades enveloping my soul with musical notes that danced across my ear lobes, shaking me out of this life of longing, opening my eyelids to a rainbow that shook my core, is shaking my core releasing streams of romantic passion that hid underneath a veil of sadness aching to dance in summer rain. and here we are, awake! stealing glances at the future once so foggy and full of mistrust now blooming from the dew. to be awake and taste the stars is pure and it is peace dripping through my veins tickling all senses and desires. the world is soley poetry and we must utlize every angle, become the sun and the moon, let our mind drip between empty lines paint the images alive in our brains onto the canvases of tomorrow. anything is possible, and rather than waiting for the clocks to change i need to eat it swallow it whole stop dreaming about possibilities and instead kiss them on the head put them to action and be, be, be alive.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
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I have spent so much time staring at blank walls, whispering secrets to the cracks while watching the time creep by in shallow pockets. I have wallowed in the sorrows made up inside my aching head, formed by fears that bubbled inside, volcanic eruptions of expectations, tribulations. until one day, fingertips tapped on my shoulder blades enveloping my soul with musical notes that danced across my ear lobes, shaking me out of this life of longing, opening my eyelids to a rainbow that shook my core, is shaking my core releasing streams of romantic passion that hid underneath a veil of sadness aching to dance in summer rain. and here we are, awake! stealing glances at the future once so foggy and full of mistrust now blooming from the dew. to be awake and taste the stars is pure and it is peace dripping through my veins tickling all senses and desires. the world is soley poetry and we must utlize every angle, become the sun and the moon, let our mind drip between empty lines paint the images alive in our brains onto the canvases of tomorrow. anything is possible, and rather than waiting for the clocks to change i need to eat it swallow it whole stop dreaming about possibilities and instead kiss them on the head put them to action and be, be, be alive.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
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