The glow fades but the past gets brighter
Standing in blinding contrast to the darkening skies.
It’s as if the dimming house lights summon
The haunting façades to dance across the stage.
And running can’t save you because you’re locked inside
Calling on the dawn.
Yet whispering prayers for simple sunrise won’t absolve your sins
As you toss again in a futile search for relaxation
you realize the only time you’ll ever have is now.
This moment smothered in the imprisoned shadows
is your stunning epiphany.
Because running can’t save you when you’re locked inside
Calling on the dawn.
And The hands that reach out can’t hold you
Unless you hold on too.
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The way that the character is trying to run away, right until and including the last line, and how they are offered help and have the choice to be saved...
really powerful!
Happy i could inspire you
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For that reason you can't write with music playing, and anyone who says he can is either writing badly, or not listening to the music, or lying. You need to hear what you're writing, and for that you need silence.
~Philip Pullman
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hmm?
oh.. why yes, yes i do like acting like a 5 year old.
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For that reason you can't write with music playing, and anyone who says he can is either writing badly, or not listening to the music, or lying. You need to hear what you're writing, and for that you need silence.
~Philip Pullman
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~Member of the 3eyes club! Inanely Inspired Insanity [link]~
We picked strawberry peaches
where fields smelled like lemon.
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