Because the story has to be told. Did they feel eloquent? August 15, 2015. Every few days I consider. Taking the wind from his sails. He sits on my stoop. I offer my open hands. And a knack for speaking. If you steal the moon. Like petals from an orchid.

A knock at the front door was enough to get me away from the tear jerking of slicing onions. I greeted the delivery man whom I noticed was holding a package in his hand. I guess this is what you call an efficient service at its best as we only placed our order last week from overseas. I was already thinking about the book and CDs in the box for our enjoyment. So despite my red and teary eyes I managed to give the delivery man my autograph and showed it to my other half.

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Life, Mind, and Emotion. I wish to slip away all from my life, all that I have known of it. To hide, in the comfort of darkness. To leave and depart, away from friends, family and mindless acquaintances. Live a life alone among strangers. Maybe in the echoing mountains. Nothing we build, we create, is beautiful. Love is fickle, the charm of its true melody is lost amongs.

Dreaming of a World Bigger than Ours. This weeks song challenge asks for the very last song that appears alphabetically on my iTunes list.

There are two sides to the world, Heaven and Hell. Somewhere in the middle you will find me. All I need is a release. I scream but no one seems to hear me. I speak but no one seems to understand me, though I never expected them to. I need to find peace within myself. But peace is so hard to find in my sick, twisted mind.