faith always loses hope, like electric sparks in my heart


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I feel cold
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
bop to the top

Slowly, silently, just like the rain coming down
awakening the earth.
No words could be used to describe, as it still goes out of hand.
I'm searching for something lost in the forest without realising that
I've got lost myself.
Like standing on the edge of the dense forested area waiting for it to eat me as whole.

The forest so thick and dense,
its blocking away light even in a sunny day.
Creating a whole different world beneath all the vegetation.


Just like approaching danger
on railway tracks, building up the fear..

I count to three.

honesty is the best policy