I pressed my fingers against my temples, pretending that it would help me wake up the muses slumbering in the hollows of my cranium. The paper under my pen point was white and blank, mocking me, challenging me to mar its surface with a hurricane of words. Sometimes I think I need to bleed ink in order to do that.
body temple of my mind light flow down stream why don’t cha itsa really not worth worrying about do I need to look at this? I suppose I’ve been told so. Where is my temple It feels good inside this temple comfort and light woops here we go again engraved with what it is that? oh my.
I frequent the temple where on my knees I give thanks for those people in my life that have enhanced my experiences . I frequent the temple because it gives me peace and teaches me compassion.
Dlc
The late afternoon sun shone down on the golden marble, creating bright glimmers of light that would blind you if you weren’t careful. The shadows that came from the surrounding trees rose high up the walls. Sounds of snapping cameras surrounded the area and echoed continuously, coming from the many tourists that were scattered around this remarkable piece of history.
i can feel
fingers
tracing my temple
releasing the
lies.
stop that
zxcvzxcvxcvzxcv
Indiana jones and the temple of doom was made a few years ago. I haven’t seen it for a long time.
I pressed my fingers against my temples, pretending that it would help me wake up the muses slumbering in the hollows of my cranium. The paper under my pen point was white and blank, mocking me, challenging me to mar its surface with a hurricane of words. Sometimes I think I need to bleed ink in order to do that.
body temple of my mind light flow down stream why don’t cha itsa really not worth worrying about do I need to look at this? I suppose I’ve been told so. Where is my temple It feels good inside this temple comfort and light woops here we go again engraved with what it is that? oh my.
I frequent the temple where on my knees I give thanks for those people in my life that have enhanced my experiences . I frequent the temple because it gives me peace and teaches me compassion.
The late afternoon sun shone down on the golden marble, creating bright glimmers of light that would blind you if you weren’t careful. The shadows that came from the surrounding trees rose high up the walls. Sounds of snapping cameras surrounded the area and echoed continuously, coming from the many tourists that were scattered around this remarkable piece of history.