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Today almost as if the first time ever, I have opened my eye’s to the heard realizations of the world. What is it that has cast this heavily blacken cloud, over such a beautiful organic wonder? I hate it so! If only I would have stayed blinded in stillness, I too could have been fine. Chilled like a swift winter breeze freezing the ocean surface with a sweep of freshly fallen snow. But I will burn it to a charred black Cole, if I was allowed such. Nothing must remain beautiful. If I can not be blessed with such a feat then no other must feel its dampness. Calling to me is this great bitterness created by you.Oh what stars have my little heart fell upon this time? What has shaken me so as if by the quake of the gods them selves? Me the one who has been crushed by the feet of an ever passing crowd, On their trip to eternity and back. I hold on to the footsteps of Pegasus just to fall flat on my face as he spreads his wings in flight. Where once there stood only images of rage and disgust now lies a child like figure afraid to show his true feelings. But is he in fact? What is the secret this black heart holds? And will it ever be revealed to me in it’s silver and brass coding? Let the eyes speak for once. The soul has no judgement, for it has convicted me with imprisonment for way too long. I want to feel whole again. Like I once did, forever ago. Yet I tremble now. For what would give me the reason, or right to disturb an angel? What could be so flattering to voice out loud in her presence? Help me find her. Then I would be in bliss, touching the stars with my fingertips; I’d try to pull down each one by one to saver every grain of sand that pours from their stationery position in space. Watch as it rains down like glitter dissipating as it gets closer to the ground. The feeling just to gab in witless tongue leaves me in a state of awe almost indescribable. Yet inspiring to write down words in conjunctioning blast, of what I hope to be flattering swells of moonlight. It has christened my mind over and over with uncertainty. Tell me what to do, as I come bearing my heart with my hands held out in front of me. This is my gift to her if in fact she can find me here. Until then I’ll sleep in fits from the damage bestowed upon my corner of life.