

Until We Fly As AshA stream of caution surrounds these doors a new tale told with each face mystery shrouds the walls within a sacrifice for humanity's sinsUntil We Fly As Ash
a chair lays on it's side tossed aside as he fell away swaying gently in the moonlight an empty vessel, free at last
punctuated with tears an open letter left behind apology laced, from the heart his final words
"each day a blur every moment a whisper my last good bye until we fly as ash-"
a symbol signed. authored by the unknown alone he watched from a flickering window &n


Dosipedebirth is the start of everything and nothing, we refuse to accept our mortality that this earth ingest the only change we don't embrace a life long search for how it ends no time spent on why it began with every page spent on faith a million more dedicated to hateDosipede
i am a dosipede meant to stand on my two feet it's a curse of being human humanity it seems will be the death of me and the same of you come be a dosipede with me
power the illusion of our minds points us in the direction of our crimes break away the structure of time


PhotographThese crumbling walls hold the pictures of time's past many we embrace some we rather forget the faces remain though the memory is stained telling the story with a forced smile the cover the reality of the momentPhotograph
an archive of altered history cast over painted halls a passage through time this has become everything as perfect as it can be or at least in a way they see
just a way to hold onto time so you can take a piece with you every where you go a photograph to keep us together when we are apart


Untitledif i said i loved you a thousand times would it really matter? could it change your mind? would you even care? would i be left gasping for air breathless on the floor watching you walk away in the arms of another and not be in your thoughts at allUntitled
if she told me she loved me today and forever more would i even listen? could it change my mind? would it really matter? could she be left alone just getting sadder locked in her heart watching me walk away with my arms around another would i see her standing there?
if ever
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"I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked me for my autograph."
~ Shirley Temple
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"WHAT THE F*CK IS ALL THIS FOR?
WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?
SHUT UP! "
I have yet to head up that way to scope out the cemeteries in those parts.
I'll have to swing up that way one of these weekends.
Thanks!
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"WHAT THE F*CK IS ALL THIS FOR?
WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?
SHUT UP! "
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You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened...or you can leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on. - Tupac
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