...and so,
who will come to my funeral when even I will not attend? Ashes, lying here by the water, from a life left unconsumed. I am lying, here, early morning, by the temple that was you. ...Toffears
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...to be the fruit of what is Thought,
ephemeral, immaterial, unconscious and impulsive. Contemporary. To be the fruit that was proscribed, ripply picked and shared. To be the harvest... To breathe, to breathe and leave the Cage... ...Toffears ...Shaped by the Winds
of worthless trivia, we cloud our minds into a storm. Our thirst for knowledge burning like water, blindly believe, we follow Form. We are the Cold, we are the Lonely, we have become that rainy day... Thus lying in grace while we are sleeping, never to wake, we are Decay. ...Toffears ...If Destiny is written,
let us erase what we believe. Holding the pen, narrating fiction, we're unsubstantial and so naive. We turn to cold but never lonely, for it is just a rainy day... We lie in grace while we are sleeping, Only to wake and slave away. ... ...Toffears ...I was tied up to the Ocean,
Shattering in waves, Longing for an island That only Time would not decay. I was cold But wasn’t lonely, It was another rainy day… We lie in grace while we are sleeping, Only to wake and slave away. ... ...Toffears |
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