

Falling apartI have known all of this for quite a time now So what is the meaning of this darkness inside of me? Chasing the light, breaking through my eyes Like windows to mind and soulFalling apart
I am used to the emotion of mortality So what does this quivering of my hands signifie? Feelings, rushing trough my blood, much too hot Thoughts, unable to counter them with facts
Loneliness, sadness, joy and friendship Nothing of those being absolutely new to me But my lit souls fire just taking over this wicked mind Making an end to all clear reflections
I know, letting it


Neither truth nor lieSo we finally look up to the stars and find Our equivalent Shining so bright My ganze might be caught there foreverNeither truth nor lie
And ideas which have never been mine Keep on running through my head This head, heavily filled with thoughts
Looking up to the stars We sight millions of them While not even being able
To notice their variety
Because they shine in a light, much too pale
Not our equivalent But maybe much more Our eyes cannot see
Thousands of kilometres Are no description of size Thousands of tonnes Are no
Boo
come back =[
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The earth
will see
our eyes
go blank, tonight.
I am very sorry, I was quite busy the last few months, unable to write anything - absolutely not creative or at least able to do something besides school...
But I guess, that by now, I am back for some time, and I will also watch new art and all of that.
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Living is being born slowly... It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.
Hi, still recognize me? ;D
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Drawing is like mental masturbation.
CAN YOU SEE THE DANCING PANDA?
Sorry, I was quite into the Shakespearean language
But yeah, I do recognize you. Do you?
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Living is being born slowly... It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.
i love your style
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FAQ #114*: How to obtain more Pageviews?
I like yours a lot, too
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Living is being born slowly... It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.
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Es gibt keinen Gott, es gibt nur die Liebe.
(There's no god, there's only Love.)
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Living is being born slowly... It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.
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Living is being born slowly... It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.
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