_Peaceful tides, clear skies, and an endless distance._

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_This little sail boat travels these kind seas, allowing the wind to take it on this story, for the boat is simply too small to sail on just beleifs._

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_Miles and miles it will go, creating companions as it rows and rows._

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_Snagging fishy friends, or little sands, this sailing boat lets the wind guide it far across these lands._

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_B...

_A river dreamt, and a river was._

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_Pure water ran calmly through the life it nurtured, stroking apon the busy fish about, until the smoothest rocks it beheld._

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_The river was envied amongst the ponds, amongst the puddles and the pools._

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_But this little river was not thirsty today._

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_So it gave until the ponds turned to rivers, until the puddles turned to ponds, and the pools turned t...

_Peace is offered by none, so I offer it to myself._

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_I choose to lie in my bed, the world in my mind far better than the world outside._

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_Behind my eyelids, this dark is far brighter than any real flame._

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_There, I can become what I yearn, I can achieve what I desire._

_I am what I desire. _

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_Flowers blossom within me, because I will them to, and happiness sparks from nothing, because...

_I yearn._

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_I yearn for everything I do not have._

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_My heart tells me I want, so I want._

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_My mind tells me don’t touch, so I touch._

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_What would a man be if he would only follow his heart,_

_being controlled by the strings that make his blood flow._

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_I yearn._

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_I yearn for the day that I’ll decide,_

_should I follow my heart,_

_or my mind?_

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When they stare,

I gouge their eyes.

When they talk,

I stitch their mouths.

When they ask,

I deny.

Then I ask,

Why do they not have eyes?

Why can they not speak?

Why do they not ask?

Are they immoral?

Do they not have _souls?_

What about

**Me**

?

Why does destruction follow me?

Why does it chase me?

**_…am I the destruction…_**...

_I’m tapping._

_I’m knocking._

_I’m banging._

Why won’t anyone answer?

Why won’t anyone help?

Why won’t anyone hear me?

When I truly should be asked,

**_Why won’t anyone listen._**...

_In the golden night, I awakened._

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_It was when I realized, lies were truths._

_When I realized, truths were lies._

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_It was when I let it go._

_When I let time carry me, and not my pride._

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_It was when I awakened to life._

_Making it mine, and not someone else’s._

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_Recognizing that gold is only as precious as you price it._...

_Dreaming._

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_It’s what I did best._

_I always dreamt dreams, the vivid images of hope surrounding me._

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_Dreams of bliss, and dreams of success._

_Dreams of happiness, and dreams of life._

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_And then I woke I woke up._

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_Was it always a nightmare?_

_Was it always this harsh?_

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_How could the vivid turn gray, and how could the the hope turn empty?_

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_When did the leaves start falling?_...

_If only objects could speak._

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_What would they tell us?_

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_Perhaps the struggles of life._

_Or the joys of life._

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_Maybe how much it was bought for._

_Or how much it’s worth._

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_As time increases, so does its value._

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_But it has highest value to the one who holds meaning to it._...

Energy flows, and passion sparks.

Every idea starts with a spark, the spark following another and another.

A chain of reactions, a fragment of imagination.

Like a electrical line, thin but full of energy.

Strong yet weak at the same time.

It’s a choice to turn the spark of the passion, into a wave of electricity....