Monday, September 29, 2008

Burning love letters into the dark.

The wall of fate stands high above any man's reach. I stand on the edge looking into what was and what will never be. The flames burn higher as those dreams are slowly chared and i realize that my ambitions are so much bigger than any dream i ever had. So many people would see those flames coming up from hell enswamping bright dreams, but i see them as stars saving me from my own low surmise.

The wall of fate stands high above any man's reach. I stand on the edge looking into what was and what will never be and see the skies that were hidden behind those curses i called dreams.

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