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Into the darkness once fond memories are now forgotten.

Times change, people stay the same.

Memories fade while children play.

Enter the dream, don't wish to leave.

Still dreaming, but mind awaking.

Eyes are open, but the mind it swirls, like a vortex in the blackness.

The blackness engulfs the heart then it cracks.

Peace no longer exsistant, as the pieces vanish into oblivion.

The wind it calls my name.

It calls me home.

Today eyes look upon me, but soon the soulgates look only upon thy footprints.

As I walk the wind carries my echo to another place.

The moonlight my only companion in my sorrowing time.

In time even this companion leaves me to walk alone.

As I travel the land I travel my soul.

Many answers recieved, but the question long forgotten.

I continue my quest until the waves run upon my feet.

I shed my clothes, and flow through the water like brethren of the fish.

Then as I resurface upon the land, I feel my thoughts being washed away by the current that flows behind me.

The darkness returns, and so does my companion in the new moon.

Tears flow from my soulgates refreshing my memory of the past.

Tears turn to blood, and blood to wine to drown the past.

Then wine back to dried eyes.

Now past is forgotten, future's don't exsist, but still I won't stop