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I believe in a plethora I speak in voices plural I see through the eyes of many Though I long, once again, for the world of my own. Life has brought itself before me Thirst, has plauged my mind I hunger now, for the triumph of imagination To save me, from these realistic times. I'm not begging for an escape I know where I am, and where I must stand. What I'm asking for, is the chance to delve deeper Quieter, into serenity, the utopia, of my own land. I feel that they are but a hand's length away I'm confused, as to why I cannot go. Perhaps I am trying to hard, or not at all But When I get there, it'll feel like home. So there

Once gaze behind you, beside you, infront of you…. You guarantee you're safe from it's hand. You think you're cradled, you're in control, and that you're gonna complete all you want and can. What is never accounted for, are the simple things An extended breath, a stream of whispers… A stray thought… As your quest continues, your feet may never move Your hands my never carry you But yet you go forward, with your quest but in the palm of your hand Infront of you…below you…. Another predicted gaze finds that your previous guarantee has lessened itself… What happened? Where did it go? How did it evade you?

Screaming to the sky With no one here to see Solitary now without inhibitions All I must do is be me. Where now do I go? To whom now do I turn? It seems there's a long path ahead of me. But I've still so much to learn. So look for my smile and listen for my laugh. For even in the darkest of days. I'll feign shadows in your behalf. What strength remains in this walker? Weary from so many travels. When the mind is the heaviest load I carry… Tis no wonder, only deeper thoughts I unravel. Yet for I alone my thoughts do not tarry. For there are others I think about so often very. Memories and future accounts, memoirs and ple

I am torn between two places. The graceful sky and the treasured earth. I lance my eyes skyward and yearn for flight. Though my fate is upon ground 'till I die. So torn am I due to fault of reality. If I fly while not meant to, I'll freeze. Though if I stay stranded here upon this dirt... I'll continue to long to be free.... Nocturne Almsivi ~Taurean~

Everyone raise your eyes and you will see... God has created an image in likeness of you and me If you would but raise your glance and watch Then listen to me, and your soul's eye you'll catch. The skyline resembles us in every way. It changes it's mood and intensity like we do throughout the day. It can shine as we do. It can change as we do. It can help as we do. It can harm, as we do. It's bright just as we are. Shining constantly and spreading the joy of life. It grows darker as we do. Still holding on to the light of the moon as it changes to night. It holds torn emotions just as we, maelstroms and tornadoes are the result