Friday, October 23, 2009 and it's times like this when you have so much to saybut you simply can't put to words what you have to sayseems like the world's going insanenothing seems sane nowadaysprofanity. obscurity.hollowness.you know the feeling when you don't do what your heart tells you to.it's likenot listening to that little voice in your head.and when the time comesit's too late for regretsand you get washed over with emotionsbut it's just too lateand you're just living day by daywhile the clock ticksthe flowers witherscars of yester-years lingershadows of the past hauntand you wonder, question, ponder about your very existenceand thenpoofperished.gone up in flames.and it's funny how two persons can find one another among a sea of peoplebut it somehow, just never happensonly in fantasy, in dreams so surrealbut when reality strikesyou're left with nothingbut tainted imagesshattered glassin the still of the nightwhispers of the wind.and from somewhere so far awayi hear you Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars 10:38 PM
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