as before has met its death..the unfolding comes as heavy blackness in the blink of a eye,death and birth so fast and painful, blissful are the thoughts of new.fear comes from the sides of this shadow to hold me at a angle without sight..so cold they never let up the vision..i awaited, waited...again and again.
now in even more depth i raise intent.
what shall we dream together? will i dream alone? again i wait..there are blue flames that make of this..infernal are their blessings,of the heart in tune.
the concept has begun.
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Zilaheteb
11:27 Oct 08 2008
many concepts have begun....... there is one I am very fond of. In dreams we meet, never alone love.