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| `d e p p | Oct 12 2014, 04:34 PM Post #1 |
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I think everybody's nuts.
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_______________________________________________________________ A E S O N Let me out of this dream . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I heave a sigh, the warmth of my breath leaving in a white plume that is quickly caught in a wintry breeze and carried away. Frosty blankets of snow patch the beach haphazardly, glistening beneath the shimmering light of the moons, their dazzling fingers finding the glitters of snow and the pearly sands that peek out from underneath. Nonus and Omicron are bright this night—casting this beautiful land in a starry haze. Their radiant twin figures are mirrored in the ocean, the blue surface bright and glassy despite the rhythmic waves that lick the shores and occasionally the tips of my fetlocks. I stand alone, here at the ashen beach, gazing out along the starry horizon with no particular expression dominating my features. My thoughts wander, stretching without bounds and seeming to reach into the clear night sky. It seems endless, as I gaze upward for a moment, and not for the first time, I am reminded just how small I am in this world. Each of us are just little lights, just a very minor part of this greater plan of life. Some try to convince themselves otherwise, claiming glory and riches that would rise them above anyone else, but it is all an illusion. We are all small, insignificant even. How strange, then, that some individuals can grow to be such a big part of each of our small lives. Perhaps—just maybe—that is truly the glorious of riches. Well, look at me being all philosophical now. I shake my head, chuckling dryly to myself, my brown eyes trailing slowly from the sky’s stars back to the ocean, and their twinkling mirrors there. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I can't turn this around, I keep running into walls that I can't break down— LET ME OUT OF THIS DREAM. |
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