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Words Words it'a all just words there is no feeling in them they all are they black and white white and black nothing changes them. Life is shades of grey and words are opaque things we use to try and show translusent objects... I can give you words that would take you all day to spell and me all day to type.. like lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsandrimhyportimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon

yet it means nothing but more words... what we say has no meaning but what about what we don't say?



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You know... It's interesting the stuff you think about when you're the only one up. You hear the slumbers of those around you and wonder what they dream. You listen to the night birds call from trees outside your window, You watch the moon rise and set thinking you're the only one. You wonder what you're missing in this wotld that is causing you to be awake. You listen to others stir as you softly pace. The sky line brightens as dawn aproches and still you're on this thing, you have nothing else to do so you stay here and watch. You see who else is around here and listen to them go by. The night is long and cold and dark. You find the same inside. I walk this odd world never really a part of it but never ever excluded waiting for my day to come, whenever that may be. Things are not always as they appear, take a look into the dark. You see that all things are illussions. Every thing is nothing to a mind that knows the truth. You want to know the truth? You already do, we each know the truth but none of us remembers it. You think of things, alone and sileint, while the sky is dark, you think of things just as dark. Things with no name or way to say, things that scare one into silence, these are things that come to you alone and quiet, and quiet alone...



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My eyes are nolonger red and dry, my spiral not so steep, I near that which I search to find, my rope and anchor strong. They keep me from falling into the abiss that I pear into. A signal tear falls below, I need not go deeper.