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The Blood Red Leaves Are Sanity...I climbed up this beautiful tree the branches protecting me and helping me up to the top. The leaves a dazzling blood red I watched the sunset with an explosion of colors, all of which surrounded me and hugged my soul. But then I recognized that funny smell the one that had been bothering me the whole time. GASOLINE. I looked down, as the darkness started to choke my heart there below me was a darkened figure who had just struck a match and threw it up into my mind the explosion festered into a plague that destroyed the entire landscape around my tree. I was left with ashes and a sky with no stars but I could hear the darkness laughing. For the darkness always finds me no matter what tree I climb, no matter how far and long I run away. No matter how beautiful everything around me is, and no matter how happy I think I am with what I'm experiencing I always smell the Gasoline.
I can never fully enjoy the smile on my face. I can't g
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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