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Time PassesTime passes. Even when every tickof the second hand aches like thepulse of blood behind a bruise. Itpasses unevenly, in strange lurchesand dragging lulls, but pass it does.Even for me.
Whywhy can't you see? The darkness should only bring out the light. It right at the tips of your fingers. Why dont you understand? I ve wrote of it, spoke of it , painted it in your mind and you cant grasp. I need your faith and i can reveal to you the world and life. Just take my hand and let us walk together.
The Room Was VacantThe atmoshere is haunting, as ifthe darkness of the walls wascreeping up against your skin.As you pass through the openingthe only sound you hear is theecho of your own footsteps.The scene before you unfoldsto a long, gray chasm. Youfeel a cool, crisp breath gentlyrushing against your face froman unknown location. Your eyesslowly adjust to the abscenceof the sun. You're left feelingempty, and lonely in the vastlifeless corridor.
peace.it does not mean to be in a placewheare there is no noise, troubleor hard work. it means to be inthe midst of thoses things andstill be calm in your heart.