Then I get a bit paranoid cos I wonder if they've read my blog. Either that or blogspot grants wishes... which would be kinda neat.


AwareAwareAware
Im sure theres something to be said at the moment, but the words are sitting quietly and armed to the teeth between neurons in an effort to protect themselves and the host from any sort of attack. Ive no idea how long Ive been here. I know only that I am sometimes aware and able to see. I mean, really see. These moments of awareness are but a blink in a day and Ive no idea when Ill be able to see again.
I look around and there are people. I wonder if theyre aware as well. Have they woken up yet? &nbs


The Dreamer"The Dreamer"The Dreamer
On pastel pink clouds of hope And a golden brick road of innocence The dreamer skips after the dream Of achieving her goals' excellence
She follows the dream through the sky Passing the lights of past fallen stars She doesn't realize they too were dreamers Following the same road
And as the clouds fade and the road gives away She finds herself falling into the nothing Another star shining of hope falls After not ever finding her something
The loving Mother Moon pities the dreamer And hangs her in the midnight black sky
Thanks for the Favs
You're welcome in my gallery <3
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time waits for no one
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time waits for no one
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"I don't see why we have to be so quiet; it's only a goblin city..."
-Sir Didymus, Labyrinth
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WRYYYYYY - Pronounced "Wrii/Wree," This is the battlecry one makes when they slam someone over the head with a steamroller.
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