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It was a horrible day, like always. I saw my wolrd, dying, withering, and with every breath another poor ol’ soul that I have known would die. The sky was filled with the odour of the dead. I feared following mournings, I feared approaching noons, I feared nights.Posted By Phil On 03.31.2013 @ 5:57 pm
I speak because I can. Because I want to. But more than just because I want to, but because I need to. If I don’t speak, then no one will, and if no one speaks, no one can. It’s a vital ability, one we should treasure, and not pretend is not so fleeting as it really is. For it could all be taken away in the blink of an eye.Posted By Phil On 01.27.2013 @ 8:51 am
Both is a beautiful word, which in my opinion symbolizes that we are not alone. We have eachother. However there are both good and evil and even to this word, there are two meanings at least. Both can be both deaths or both wars it can be a lot of hhorible things.Posted By Phil On 12.04.2012 @ 9:16 am
His lack of sight was just that. When outside his lack of insight provided thick plaques of plight to his doorstep.
Never knew with his eyes what his mind would go through.
A sense made senseless ever since his soul eroded. Corroded corridor caught up in cardiac arrest.
A heart broken, a vest clutched in regret.Posted By Phil On 09.16.2012 @ 6:26 am