Its one of those long nights when i find myself thinking about the old days...Specifically, around august 2000 or so if i recall correctly. What was the start of all this? When did the cogs of fate begin to turn? Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now, From deep within the flow of time... But, for a certainty, back then, We loved so many, yet hated so much. We hurt others and were hurt ourselves... Yet even then we ran like the wind, Whilst our laughter echoed, Under cerulean skies... ...blah. Ive been brooding on that poem for over a decade. Days like this i wonder if ill ever find peace.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 10:34:03 +0000
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