

Into The DarknessSTANDING IN THE STAIR-WELL I HEAR THE FAINT CHIME OF THE GRANDFATHER, PIERCING THE DARKNESS WHILE WINTRY WINDS CONSUME THE DOMICILEInto The Darkness
ENTERING THE OPEN ROOM, A GHOSTLY
FIGURE STUMBLES FROM THE MIDNIGHT SHADOWS ECHOING DRUMS, HIS BEATING HEART CONSUMING
FRIGID BLOOD
PLUMMETING DOWNWARD STRIKING DARKENED GRANITE CRIMSON STAINS THAT MARK EACH STEP MOVING ONWARD, OUTWARD, UPWARD REACHING SEARCHING
OMINOUS APPEARANCE FILLED WITH EMOTION PAIN, DESPAIR, HURT, REACHING SEARCHING
SHIFTING, ESSENCE OF RUBIES
by *Loughborough
by ~qsush
Bear
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What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed? Michelangelo
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Your body believes every word you say :!:
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Best Regards
Steve-j
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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"La perfection est atteinte, non pas lorsqu'il n'y a plus rien à ajouter, mais lorsqu'il n'y a plus rien à retirer".
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