Sufferin' Sockatash
Listening to: Humming Computers, Comfort?
Thinking about: Love of life without the love of any
In between the chaos that surrounds one in the life that is ongoing, a little moment of silence and serenity does slip through. Calm before the storm, some may say... but yet the tiny bit of silence keeps one alive and running.
Silver drops of water fall from the sky in the bowl of the street, splashed away... coming back filling the puddle. The obscure tear drop easily forgotten, raised to the air by the sun and warmth vowing to come back to haunt.
The loneliest star shines its light through the darkness to be found only by those who search, yet never recognised. Radiant light, oh how abundant... yet rare is one who doesn't disappoint.
Thinking about: Love of life without the love of any
In between the chaos that surrounds one in the life that is ongoing, a little moment of silence and serenity does slip through. Calm before the storm, some may say... but yet the tiny bit of silence keeps one alive and running.
Silver drops of water fall from the sky in the bowl of the street, splashed away... coming back filling the puddle. The obscure tear drop easily forgotten, raised to the air by the sun and warmth vowing to come back to haunt.
The loneliest star shines its light through the darkness to be found only by those who search, yet never recognised. Radiant light, oh how abundant... yet rare is one who doesn't disappoint.
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