left here alone again.

[writ3r]

tonight my thoughts are scattered and meaningless. incapable of thinkign properly i would shoot a gun at random if i had one in my hands. no train of thought. its ambers have cooled only adding weight. still on the tracks i look at the scenery. its dark. i cant see a thing. not even in the imagination of my imagination.

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[secretly_here]

Look harder. The sun is coming up, no it's the train! Coming back again! The light is almost blinding, you turn to look away. Suddenly your room is full of smoke, But wait it can't be smoke you can't smell anything. Where has your room gone...wheres the train? where's the world?
You turn to where the train was, stairs leading downwards in a spiral. Should you go? Go where? Where are you? Well one thing is for certain. You either go down or stay standing in an endless white world....What do you chose?
Imagine.

My Luna.

[writ3r]

Even in the darkest of times. you light my world in the dark.