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The solstice sun emerges from behind a cloudburst of emotions, sweeping the vales of isolation with light. Unbeknown, within the shadow of questions lie impregnable fortresses with insurmountable odds making every step a conquest of arduous insight. We arrived at a point driven by relentless unforgiving forces. far beyond the journeys we ever undertook cascading in 33 waterfalls of knowing yet unknowing of meanings and symbols. In the silence of night before sleep captures our imaginations and tumbles our dreams in the dishwasher of sanity: I want to know this? Did you, for even a split second kiss understand that our lives are turbo-charged with horizons that hyperlinked to the beyond where nothing can be explained as easy as it happened? We were bruised and beaten in some raging fiery furnace on an anvil where our silk-like flames merged and moulded our thinking into a cartwheel of meaning that rolls on a road to somewhere. Yet we have no map to plot the next journey into the Twilight Zone! © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 11 days ago
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
The roadmap of reason...
The solstice sun emerges from behind a cloudburst of emotions, sweeping the vales of isolation with light. Unbeknown, within the shadow of questions lie impregnable fortresses with insurmountable odds making every step a conquest of arduous insight. We arrived at a point driven by relentless unforgiving forces. far beyond the journeys we ever undertook cascading in 33 waterfalls of knowing yet unknowing of meanings and symbols. In the silence of night before sleep captures our imaginations and tumbles our dreams in the dishwasher of sanity: I want to know this? Did you, for even a split second kiss understand that our lives are turbo-charged with horizons that hyperlinked to the beyond where nothing can be explained as easy as it happened? We were bruised and beaten in some raging fiery furnace on an anvil where our silk-like flames merged and moulded our thinking into a cartwheel of meaning that rolls on a road to somewhere. Yet we have no map to plot the next journey into the Twilight Zone! © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 11 days ago
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Jul 29, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
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