

The Light At The End...Fumbling along, Senses deprived. No sight, or sound, or wind across my skin. It's quiet, so quiet, that a pin could easily deafen you. Shuffling along, hand against wall, other hand outstretched for hazards, small steps, safe steps. The blackness hurts my eyes, I see no detail just a space of black. Then I see a light. It's small, and faint, but it's light. And thats all the reason I need to go to it. I get careless, small steps become big steps, &The Light At The End...
whatcha been up to?
~nsdela
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~Sami Marie
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Humanity is too imperfect to populate a perfect world.
Reality is an assumption we create inside ourselves.
A universe can be born, occupying an instant and then disappear the second we take the time to look for it.
sami from cc?
:'(
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~Sami Marie
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Humanity is too imperfect to populate a perfect world.
Reality is an assumption we create inside ourselves.
A universe can be born, occupying an instant and then disappear the second we take the time to look for it.
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~Sami Marie
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"Look, I'm not intellectual. I just take pictures."
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Go take a picture today. Write a poem. Take a nap, and think of nothing but rest. Be Heather, and be happy. Hope you're having a wonderful, beautiful day.
~Matt~
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Wonderful! Time for a celebration....
That can be just as much of a celebration, if you don't like
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Humanity is too imperfect to populate a perfect world.
Reality is an assumption we create inside ourselves.
A universe can be born, occupying an instant and then disappear the second we take the time to look for it.
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