Chemicals collapsing to form a place dark and unforgiving leaving me in this night all alone with promises unfulfilled. Pretty possibility and impassioned pleas line the staircase to hope, such an effortless assent only to find that narrow place and steep slop. Such small places are the only reasons we try and thus make life in there pursuit, so frequently denied as tonight but the green light once again catches our eye. We remember her who we are without and we are bound to rise, to ignore past and night and once again climb to see her who we love.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 12:23:54 +0000