The world sits quietly outside my window waiting for a thousand different stories to be told.
I sit on my bed and paint on a scrap piece of paper. It's not much but on this silent night it brings me a strange warmth.
We lost each other you and I. Somewhere along the road they separated us, and made us believe that we were strangers to be feared. They put our houses in rows and gave us fences. They highlighted our differences, not to make us feel special and strong, but instead to further the divide.
We fight as much for the world as for ourselves. We resist in the hopes that the beautiful visions that appear when we close our eyes will one day know the breath of life and that the distance between us will one day not seem quite so large.
I sit on my bed and paint on a scrap piece of paper. It's not much but on this silent night it brings me a strange warmth.
We lost each other you and I. Somewhere along the road they separated us, and made us believe that we were strangers to be feared. They put our houses in rows and gave us fences. They highlighted our differences, not to make us feel special and strong, but instead to further the divide.
We fight as much for the world as for ourselves. We resist in the hopes that the beautiful visions that appear when we close our eyes will one day know the breath of life and that the distance between us will one day not seem quite so large.
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As always your way with words catches my heart...funny how now what used to often seem random ramblings make sense now that I have met you...
And yes, please, lets do it again. I gotta lend you that movie.
Of course... you will need a running commentary! (just kidding)