Les Portes du Souvenir

I was looking through my old stuff and found the first version of one of my blog post that I have one here "June 6, 2006"


Look at them running, off the sidewalk ,look at us falling off a building, look at them reading lights take a second look at me, look at you, all of the heaviest thoughts seem to slip away just find me and speak to me even with everybody standing around us, even with everyone drowning us here just by looking through the looking glass I reach my hand out hoping that someone will pull me through the storm to pull from the norm just take me and hold me in your hands please don't let me fall. I want to feel you, calming all the storms, give me rest,
all I need to do is hear you .

Look at the sidewalk cracking under, the under side is black, look at us broken, the building bricks are falling, the shades of grey steal the rays from the sun so bright could you be here on the darkest days can I trust in you give me that light that leads me to a place where the peace and the strength is found there are many clouds in our sky today can i trust you not to run away please make it matter into the dark morning I dont want to stay. I reach my hand out hoping that someone will pull me through the grey and to sailed away make me believe that "Love" isn't so boring all I need to do is hear you.

Look at the shallow, the shallow water that comes on the fallen bricks, let us walk to the water, hold me and take a look deeper steal the heart and take my breath away.... just take me in we stand here thinking could anything else be better than these moments everything mattered we found our place we shredded through the looking glass, breaking everyone that stood around us all we ever heard was our voices when i reach out for a hand I reach for you.



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