I hear whispers, whispers from the shadows that forever try to capture my soul, my light that i carry so fragile. This light is nothing more then the very life you hold deep within this shell you wear, that you call you. But as everything else in the world there comes a time when you have to say goodbye. A time when you say goodbye to your shell and move on. Maybe to a place of your dreams or to a place that only nightmares exist. But you keep moving on we all keep moving on to continue this grand shift. We all live and we all die we are all but one huge line. A line that directs us along to places we have never known. This world you call so grand it is nothing to the ones we will come to know.
Fionnia · Sat Apr 02, 2011 @ 05:45am · 0 Comments |