Once upon a Whisp... A breath of a Spring wind, on a spring morning.
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4/29/12 — 2:55am
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It was not death…
It was not life…
It was love.
It was not life…
It was love.
Paul Masvidal
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dats me
Two times too many, for I haven’t had any.
Dear shadow, tell me. When you mimick my movements,
are you mimicking the pain? Or is it a rather humorous mockery?
Or are you imprisoned to the limitations of myself?
Shatter. Air. Distance. Gravity.
In time, there is only…
Glass.
Cold air channels through the halls. I take a breath.
Speed. Endurance. Hope. Virtue. Each heart beat, important as the last.
I wanted to write you a song, but I couldn’t think of the words.
I could think of the words, but I can’t seem to express them.
I could express them, but I couldn’t conjure the emotion.
I wanted to write you a song, but I stopped and I’m sitting, on a staircase…
I wanted to write you a song, but I stopped and I’m sitting, on a staircase…
