There’s a little balcony next to my room overlooking a piece of forgotten land. The grass lives out its entire life span without seeing a blade and the only flowers that grow here are wild.Like tonight, I’ve watched the moon from here often. Just the two of us, rejoicing in our isolation.
I have always had a need for quiet places like these. A place to dance with the past, re-live the present and forget the future. The voices that echo through our lives die easily in the quiet and that’s important, for it makes it easier to hear your own.
I have always had a need for quiet places like these. A place to dance with the past, re-live the present and forget the future. The voices that echo through our lives die easily in the quiet and that’s important, for it makes it easier to hear your own.
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things beautiful come in so many different ways. one must be able to see not just with the eyes, feel not just with the senses,think not just with the mind. you have what it needs to feel the throb of life in the realm of the soul. it's beautiful. your thoughts, your poems, your little quiet stories...
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