noircoyote

I can't tell if the winds beat the winding road.. I can't tell if this was the ocean I've said to have rode.. Button bells and candle spirits won't keep me here in pain for long.. Raining tropics and snowy plains will make you where I belong.. Nothing will be as hard or harder it will seem for you, For nothing in its nothingness will ever keep you from I, and I from you.. If the hectic abusive world of normality was to be split in two, Think of the all the endless adventures we'd devour into. Sonic burdens will not broaden our day, For the muse of simplicity will come out to play. Picnicked, Railroaded, and Trashed we've seen...

     Mountains. That was my first thought. Either Spain, France, Iceland, Greenland, or some Celtic country. Dusk was always out of the question; it was always around twilight. Roses were always the dominant flower, the blossoms of my lives.     Nature had always been my home; our home. That's what it's referred to. Black was always the dominant color; then red and white. Those were the colors I lived by, before my acknowledged 'awakening'. To be honest, they were always my 'skin' color.      Fifteen was when I commenced on the early stages of my awakening, and memories. That or fourteen; maybe thirteen? Whatever the age, it was during my