Oh body lying so perfectly still,
In the darkness of the midnight hours.
Waiting on the soul to come back and fill,
An emptiness that is only ours.

When you closed your eyes the soul departed,
Detaching itself from all it has known,
And it left behind all that was started
As evidence of how much it had grown.

Oh how strange it is to see us this way
Not once would I have pictured us like this
But without...

Infinate broken soul

Inhabitant of her body

How treacherous are the thoughts

You've put into her head

Wild one

Old one

But not yet wise

Traveler of earths descent

Must she accompany you

On your search for the unkown

In the depths of the silence

Within the winds howling tones

And if somewhere you should find

A home far away from home

Will you leave her and encounter

That that is unkown

Your tired and restless

In need to explore
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 Welcome dear adventure seekers you've come to just the right place. I come from a city where personal space refers to crammed subway trains and busy streets, where full means there's still space, and where silence means something is wrong. Your in a rush as you board the E train to get into the city; you mustn't be late to work, again. Just as you managed to squeeze into the last available inch of the subway cart, the train stops...

She could understand
The incomprehensible
Like a lullaby for a child Who feels
The confort
That you sing softly into its ear.
That night
When her soul cried
The tears
It had been longing to shed
The sky
Cried along with her
Healing the wounds of
The plants
That were sizzled in the morning sun.

He knew the truth
But decided
Not to face it
Like a child caught in an act
Of mischief
But denying it was them.
That...