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I hope this one speaks for itself

Inspired by something read on worldm8’s – probably needs more work…. definately needs more work.. oh darnit!

It’s rare we ever get to feel this kind of … rebirth? When hope is a reality, not a word thrown at you by do-gooders. When tomorrow isn’t something to fear, but something to embrace… 

I believed in fate In belief, and in faith I trusted my instincts And believed I was safe Over hurdle, through failure Past the troubles and pain I’d raise my head slowly And do it… 

Frowning The faller finds his feet Glancing over the horizon Listening to the past Tasted, the future Nodding The stander finds his path Leaning into the winds Marching towards the goal Deserted, his past Smiling… 

I heard that. The conotation of your words The intonation of your voice The implication of your gesture But I am wrong You say. The lines cannot be read Let alone the space between look… 

I know, its an old story, and I run the risk of repeating others – I have to admit that I wrote this a long time ago, but I only rediscovered it today. It’s pants… 

Its 2am. Another sleepless night. This time, I thought I’d write about it though, of course with a little writers freedom. My partner isn’t dead 🙂 The visions are a reality though. Fear for me?

I feel cleansed Harsh rain descending Cold wind driving huge drops Minute oceans assaulting Dripping, clothes clinging Embraced by the storm A fleeting romance Ice cold hands caress Desperate arms hold tight Steel-strong and reassuring…