the snow crunches under my feet as i walk, wind howling
in the darkness. winter is a favorite of mine, it reminds me of
home, so
far away. i have not seen my home since the reign of augustus
casear.
to me that's not that long, but to you.........well, impossible to
fathom. you don't
know it but your world exists on different planes. a thousand years
later i still
see the towns that were, clear and almost transparent in the
moonlight, the ghosts
wandering thru the night looking, always looking.......for what i
don't know. they're
not all there, just the lost and lonely...........in a way i am
comforted, at least i'm not
the only one searching for something i will never find. |
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