pointless writing time to clear my head some
We scream out into the dark, dark night. Waiting, listening, for an answer, all we hear is silence broken by our echos returning. Slowly even our echos fade into the darkest of nights, there is no light. The dawn rises in the East, new home is moving across the land. The land is cleaned by a freshly renewed sunlight sweeping from East to West, filling the gaps in between. Still somehow feeling like a lost ship at sea, everyone around, but yet noone. Where will hope arrival from, if at all? What will the coming nights and days hold?
We scream out into the dark, dark night. Waiting, listening, for an answer, all we hear is silence broken by our echos returning. Slowly even our echos fade into the darkest of nights, there is no light. The dawn rises in the East, new home is moving across the land. The land is cleaned by a freshly renewed sunlight sweeping from East to West, filling the gaps in between. Still somehow feeling like a lost ship at sea, everyone around, but yet noone. Where will hope arrival from, if at all? What will the coming nights and days hold?
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quirky:
Hey cain. What are you up to?
kc_cain:
hey mr.linguist, nothing much, you?