avalai
I rise like the sun, fall like the rain. I feel exhilarated, exuberant, so completely amazing. I rise up, fall down, repeating like the waves. I rise up, I fall down, like a rollercoaster of emotions, but never losing myself.
Oh, the slight changes,
The slight differences,
The destructive force of belief
and the slight realizations it releases,
I love the small, slight changes
Nobody notices them by you and I, but,
these differences make up our world.
Savagely, Sages. Remorse of the fallen, forgotten of the times. Savagely attacking, loving, burning, crying, laughing. We are the savages, away from all humanity and every race will never forget us.
In the temple, there is a secret.
A secret you can't hide from me.
In the temple, there is a smile,
A sunrise,
Walk a mile to reach the bend
of the temple,
it never ends.
The watered pigments run together on my palette, messing up the colours I have so carefully prepared. I sigh in frustration as I try to wipe away the watery paints, succeeding only in mixing them further.
To view this image....please do something for me. View this ad, click this link. Think about something, think of what you're doing, how badly you want to see me today. I miss you. To view a photo of an empty frame, people crowded around a blank canvas exclaiming at it's originality. Why?
Platinum, Silver, and Gold. The colours of the rainbow, made into metal and shined to "perfection". Such a horror, defiling the colours to a metallic sheen just so that other will think they are of value, when all that really remains to be seen are the pure colours.
Anywhere you go, I will follow, I will follow you. Anytime you want to leave, I will follow. All I want is you, will you follow me? Will you follow me down this path? Will you follow me through this forest? All I did was for you. Do you like me now? I will follow, I will follow. Follow me through this forest; do you like me now?
The marble cake was delicious. I could taste the chocolate and vanilla, the sugary frosting, and the whole bite just melted in my mouth. This is the cake I have been waiting for; my birthday cake was never this good. Why does my brother always get the best cake?
The man was playing Solitaire, sitting alone on the bus. I watched over his shoulder, taking note of the moves he made and what he could have done better, but I won't help him. In this society, nobody welcomes help from strangers.
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