Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Memories and Demons

I remember the hot summer nights, of the days that passed. The mourning of grass-hoppers was the soundtrack of your whisper. Stars were held in the arms of titans, reborn after they collapsed. Air was like a silky long bolt, only smoother. Now I am sitting here, reminiscing of a careless life, with happiness and joy surrounding you and me. I sense demons, with eternal voices coming from a sword, wondering if I should be... or not to be...

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