Monday, January 5, 2015
My Frosty Heart
I see the darkness and the light. When I walk down those stairs I see a mixture. There seems to be no picture. In this world, we get stuck on a cliff and reality seems like fiction sometimes. You are imagining something that isn't there. Everything is a mixed painting. For one minute, you are stuck in a white, angelic world. Then reality will hit you, and you are plummeted into the ground without a sound. Maybe you plummet too much, and maybe you dream too hard. Dreaming is usually for the ones that want more in this world. My eyes wants more in this world. Even though it feels like a rut right now, the future looks bright and clear despite my frosty heart.
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