CyclesTook a stroll, and closed my eyes. I ended up in love.Cycles
It Dimmed. So I retraced my footsteps, It then shown brighter than before.
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Got in the passenger seat and closed my eyes. I found myself grown with him.
Alone, frightened, lost. I reached out, asked the man at the gas station where I was. Retraced the map he handed me. Refreshed, relaxed, and restored.
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Fell asleep next to him one night, Awoke forgetting,
Who I was.
He woke up, I looked into those sleepy eyes, And remembered
PicnicWavesI find myself drifting into streams of melodies lately Where ambient bells and xylophones ring in the distance Carrying on until they wrap around into full stringsWaves
piano or guitar chords, it doesn't really matter. As long as voices echo in the horizon
Humming an all too familiar tune--only heard for the first time Deep plucks pulling the currents to their final resting place And soothing fade-outs doing less than bursts,
The sudden rushes into the sea of contemporary orchestra.
is that water, shampoo, or earwax?
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-Dave-
Long days, pleasant nights
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"These things happened. They were glorious and they changed the world... and then we fucked up the endgame." - Congressman Charlie Wilson on the covert war in Afghanistan 1980-1989 .
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