We can dream and we can live, but without history we live and dream in empty space, void of context and understanding.
(Sorry for the lack of posts, for I am writing college essays and my writing tank is near empty.)
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Courtyard of Stone
It is in the silence we discover our inner most
Thoughts
Left to drift aimless on the sea
We gaze upon the unknown depths
And ponder the mysteries
Sit alone in a courtyard of stone
Rainfall on the roof is the only music
Careful not to be crushed
By the silence that is closing in
As a mist descends onto the quite hilltops
You stare out into a world unseen
And sure that you know nothing
Release yourself into the silent void
Thoughts
Left to drift aimless on the sea
We gaze upon the unknown depths
And ponder the mysteries
Sit alone in a courtyard of stone
Rainfall on the roof is the only music
Careful not to be crushed
By the silence that is closing in
As a mist descends onto the quite hilltops
You stare out into a world unseen
And sure that you know nothing
Release yourself into the silent void
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