With convergence comes divergence, and we sing with lament for those parting roads.

Thought is giving up, then giving in. There is no place in the forest for silent winds; There is no niche for the feral mind. I am not here, I am not there.

I am not here...
I am not there.

Part VI: Mirror ( Read more... )

Strange times in this strange place ( Read more... )

What use has ten red ribbons tied to my neck, for ten red days to quietly disappear ( Read more... )

The gift of being alive is to suffer disease.
The gift of love is shared only through hate...

I am grateful to suffer humiliation
when I have commited anger.
I am grateful to be inspired
only after suffering sorrow.
It's funny how losing hope can always set you free.
And I would not imagine it any other way.

Today, I have conquered regret.
Tomorrow, I rise up with my future.

The darkening sea will keep its secrets, the abberant winds will subdue the tides.

I will be as the diamond sand upon a sloping beach,
I am the river's ghost succumbing to the eternal ocean.

There's strength above, but you are growing old,
growing old.
Trying to save your breath, but you are losing hold,
losing hold.

Beyond the stars, know truth is glittering,
Nothing to give, you are joyless, frail and withering,
withering,
withering...

The most passionate flame will show no remorse for its destruction as it withers into nothing.
Yet, the most wild ocean will turn gentle once the winds are done driving its swells to the shore.

Feel the world around you shake,
Catch the dust of empty tracks.
An ember's glow to ward off the shadows,
the rythymn of strength gathers tonight.

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