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It's not that easy
But it's not hard
It's in between
Life & death *
It's between
Wake & slumber
You call it your
"Happy place"
I call it hell
Because when you come
Out of that trance
You find reality
And reality is hell
My escape is through
His *smile

And that still is hell
Because he's not mine
And he can smile
To almost anyone
i am just
trying to
forget you
and
my stupid heart
is playing vice versa
           -cute crazy-
"i love you" - is
the forbidden word
to my soul and my heart
      -cute crazy-
when you lose someone
it stays with you,
leaving a hole in your heart
where that person used to be

there's no getting away from
that aching feeling of loss
it haunts you no matter
where you decide to hide

when you lose someone,
no words can describe
how it truly makes you feel
in the darkest of the night

how is is possible to talk
about a feeling deep within
a feeling that can only
be described as unspeakable

when you lose someone,
time doesn't heal all the wounds
it simply hides them
but the wounds always remain

but somehow it all changes
you don't just lose someone
because in the end
you lose yourself too
 May 2014 vague rememberance
Auss
I am not a sheep
I am not a lamb
I will not docilate our race
That's just the way I am.

Humanity is a strange beast
we claim to be the sheep,
But for our Shepherd we do not weep

We are like the Hound
to the "Laws of Claw and Fang"* we are bound

We are a pack
Not a herd
Upon the weak we feed
Not upon those whom might attack.

So to call us a sheep
Is really quite absurd
For at least a sheep
Is safe in its loving herd
A reference to call of the wild.  I do not wish to receive any issue with this.  But it's a great book. Worth a read.
A dove flies over
the stone angel...

feather drifts down.


Soul Survivor
10W
Sorry that I have been gone for so long!  Techno problem. It's good to be back!
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