Why There are Shadows
_**from the darkness of the shadows where the demons lurk in waiting lies an abyss of nothingness that traps hope behind steel grating.**_ _**hope had become an exhibit in a zoo of lost dreams.
Clarity...
, & kind how relaxing it is, to have a personally peace-filled mind with moments playing melodies among a song still being sung i make no mistake to the endings, but instead, happily wander, wonder, how such stories could have ever begun "grateful
Before Commute (Otherwise Untitled)
The alarm clock had been particularly grating with its reminder to become awake, the shower smelled faintly of watermelon for some reason, and his favorite shirt had fallen off of its hanger sometime in the night.
True joy
So many things around us to be grateful for, when seeking for an answer willingly open the door? so often, others see what's in front of our face, but we're too blind to look as we're snared in the race.
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 10: Escaping the Meadows
He was grateful that his hand wasn't pinned by the arrow. it didn't take much work to remove it from his hand, though it hurt like hell as the arrow was pulled back through.
The Crown: Chapter Three
Yang-wo was asked to stand on a metal grate and pull a chain, and a rush of clean, hot water flooded over him, rinsing away the soaps.
Chronicles of Trisha Talon - Book 1 - Chapter 2
"trisha, i am grateful for the day you pulled my boy thesen from the fire he got himself into. i am grateful for the protection you've offered my ship and crew as you waited for pilgrimages. i am grateful to have known your father and mother.
'A Dream'
Become a reality, our hands one day to enwrap amongst one another, to smile amongst the world, and be grateful that we are alive.
Goodbye Howard (Anti War Poem)
War** **my body stacked in endless rows** **this is how the story goes** **unmarked graves...nothing more** **for the unknown heroes of war** i may not be the best writer in the world....or the best artist...but i knew one great man...and i'm grateful
Jus visiting...
Shared let it be free, to unbiased, unfairly felt times, with these emotions, no heavier than a feather lighter than the world around us, let's continue to smile in the memories we had together so many smile for you, see the future, longing, but grateful
The friends that I made through dragons (poem)
This poem is nothing but a metaphore of how frustrating it feels to have internet friends and having to wait for months, if not years, to meet, without stopping to be grateful for them.
Aurora: Chapter Four: The Journey
His eyes never wandered, and i was grateful. one of the rooms we rented--the last one before varaz'khor--only had one bed, and i felt sick when i discovered it.