Way back when....
Here. i found this is an old journal. I REALLY like it, so i am going to share it with you. How good it is is up to you - i don't profess to be great; people who do that are only ASKING or somebody to puncture a hole in their ego....anyhow. here it is.
A Glimmer of hope in my talent-less soul
The rocks are dark and statuesque, their dark faces peering into the dimness, as if seeking a light and simultaniously knowing there isn't one. This pit of absolute blak; this abandoned house of dark - it is evil. From somewhere in the shadow flits a shape. The fallen angel; trapped in an eternal pattern of hopelessness and despair. The wish to be free has long since passed, and now, in abject misery it roams the dark. Attempting the impossible suicide.
okay.
So maybe not as good as i originally thought, but for me....thats pretty stellar.
Here. i found this is an old journal. I REALLY like it, so i am going to share it with you. How good it is is up to you - i don't profess to be great; people who do that are only ASKING or somebody to puncture a hole in their ego....anyhow. here it is.
A Glimmer of hope in my talent-less soul
The rocks are dark and statuesque, their dark faces peering into the dimness, as if seeking a light and simultaniously knowing there isn't one. This pit of absolute blak; this abandoned house of dark - it is evil. From somewhere in the shadow flits a shape. The fallen angel; trapped in an eternal pattern of hopelessness and despair. The wish to be free has long since passed, and now, in abject misery it roams the dark. Attempting the impossible suicide.
okay.
So maybe not as good as i originally thought, but for me....thats pretty stellar.
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