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At first I don't know whether I should starve and wait
while signs and hitchhikes will cross the brooks from within
or plainly stick up to the calling I might come up to
they say I should stride to the voices
but then again the echoes desert an empty room behind
a room where I tend to shed what's left inside me
so I find myself in search of a vent to glide through
a place where the air doesn't fit nor reach
nonetheless here I stand again to the cliff I once adored
writing, experimenting, digesting the still noise
diving into an unknown ocean where several
emotions appear in colourful forms and patterns
an ocean devoid of storms and howls
consisting of pure peace longing to be pieced and loved
At first I don't know whether I should starve and wait
while signs and hitchhikes will cross the brooks from within
or plainly stick up to the calling I might come up to
they say I should stride to the voices
but then again the echoes desert an empty room behind
a room where I tend to shed what's left inside me
so I find myself in search of a vent to glide through
a place where the air doesn't fit nor reach
nonetheless here I stand again to the cliff I once adored
writing, experimenting, digesting the still noise
diving into an unknown ocean where several
emotions appear in colourful forms and patterns
an ocean devoid of storms and howls
consisting of pure peace longing to be pieced and loved
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Float amongst this peace in which you find pure love
Digesting the still noise as sounds from above
The source rushing through your existance with ease
Piecing the fragments - inside out - to apease...
Hehe...I could go on...but you get the drift. I loved this piece! a
Float amongst this peace in which you find pure love
Digesting the still noise as sounds from above
The source rushing through your existance with ease
Piecing the fragments - inside out - to apease...
Hehe...I could go on...but you get the drift. I loved this piece! a