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Into The White

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Watch my steps closely, as I learn to walk again. For steps of freedom are lighter than I ever knew. Hear me sing for salvation. 

I came across the seas in search of the light within. The path of faith; the way of the unknown. 

The high road.

I dragged the heavy burden of hope throughout the storms. I hoped for eternal sunshine. Gentle winds of mercy. I prayed for sight and guidance. I followed the signs and whispers. 

See me now, as I farewell the old. Watch it turn to sand. Welcome it back into the kingdom of silence. 

Countless are the heros who brought me here. Countless are their scars. May they rest in timeless peace. Their actions will go down in history. Psalms will tell their stories of bravery and glory. The sky remembers all. 

I watched the Sun slip behind the ocean's edge. I gave up myself for a dream that gave me sight. A moment of clarity. 

The bird flying against the wind;

Into the white. Where no hero can follow. No sense can remain. Where time comes to an end. Words are unspoken. Colours unseen. 

Into the white the high road leads. Where the wide awake fall asleep.

A half-closed curtain dims the light. The sound of distant voices trying to reach out. A final attempt of resistance; a try to remember. Washed away by the rains of heaven. 

Paralysed and dazed. Stillness prevails. Numbness blinds the sight. I come undone. 

Light finds its source. No thought dares to stand in it's way. Echoes are unheard. Silence overflows.

Into the white the hero walks alone. Giving up dreaming; to be whole and unknown. Forever.

In the white a new line is drawn.

The eye is reborn. A new Sun. A new hero. A new chance to be. A chance to breathe. To sin, to hurt, to feel, to learn, to laugh, to love. To dream.

Watch my steps closely, as I learn to walk the high road...

Into the white. 

 

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“Words are like Leaves; And where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.”

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2 minutes ago, ivankiss said:

@Shaun Yes. 

An attempt to find creativity again. Passionate expression. 

 

 

Good job, I liked it.


“Words are like Leaves; And where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.”

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3 hours ago, ivankiss said:

Light finds its source. No thought dares to stand in it's way. Echoes are unheard. Silence overflows.

Into the white the hero walks alone. Giving up dreaming; to be whole and unknown. Forever.

In the white a new line is drawn.

The eye is reborn. A new Sun. A new hero. A new chance to be. A chance to breathe. To sin, to hurt, to feel, to learn, to laugh, to love. To dream.

excellent dude! really liked this part

Hope youre doing well. 

What a journey it has been, ive been feeling lost in space lately, my mind fights, kicking and screaming, grabbing anything it can possible attach to, and here i am, afraid to move, to let go, to be free, to be, GOD

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@DrewNows

The road we make we own. Only in stillness can movement be truly known.

To rise to the hight of our halos, to claim our wings back - our fears of falling down we must accept. Resurrect. 

Much love.

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