I feel like writing so everything you are about to read is 'spur of the moment' stuff.
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The Black Shadows of February Sky

a window view, this freezing night is all i need to keep this sense of feeling burning like the gentlest of candles. the hazy mist filled my lungs as the angels scattered the blur across darkest lands to the point where eyes must strain to see. the hands of any grizzled man would tremble upon entry of this midnight's highest altitude. we must leave only footsteps and exhale as a thousand twigs melt under our boots like a glassy frozen puzzle. our minds gather deep inside the warmest cave of our imagination to rekindle what we once lost, in the coldest of winters. i ask myself a thousand times a day, why must hearts be broken and scattered across the sky by these rusty angel hands, only to fall back down to the earth in the slowest motion, for me to watch in wander with childlike eyes of my window at night?

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"I open the door, to an empty room, then I forget."--'Paintbox'-Pink Floyd
"...found my way upstairs and had a smoke, somebody spoke and I went into a dream"--'A Day In The Life'-The Beatles

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"I open the door, to an empty room, then I forget."