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A street lies under my feet, a strong support to hold me up. The street lamps overhead cascade the light I choose to ignore. I stare ahead, examining the brush as a bird flies by overhead. I watch it carefully, and call out to it. It stops to watch me, but flies away again. The trees stand high above, towering over my short-lived years. But for some reason, I feel the same height. I take a step off the street to feel the unsafe though inviting grass beneath my bare feet. As I look deeper in the forest, I feel a sense of confusion and darkness. As my eyes blur, I cannot see a clear way through the brush. Theres seems to have been a path long ago, but has now grown over from the years of wear and tear. The forest reaches its love into my heart as I watch it stir. It's beauty overtakes my soul. I take another step forward, releasing my heart to it's will.
A Metaphor.. For the life I once had with you...
Each symbol as confusing as the next... I have almost forgotten their meanings.
For the dreams we once shared...
... and for the reasons we can never be. I wish I could apologize
jennaleeb added this comment 2009-03-07 13:53:45-06:00
awesome pictures
jennaleeb added this comment 2009-03-07 13:53:45-06:00
awesome pictures