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08-14-2011, 12:53 AM
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The Storm Cave
Upon retreating again,
To vistas of mind, A thousand places - nonexistant But physicalised nonetheless. Place where freedom abounds, Where wandering, as due... Not in circle, it resides Lest no form, no reason. The same, everytime... But every time too, Is the undying feeling Of discovering anew. A rain by the mouth. Not a drop beats the earth, Not a thunderstrike twice. Recounting niche or nuance. No spark or split, Of skies above... Shall neither scare, Nor comfort us. And we sit, And we watch, And we learn, And we love again... The connection that, inversely... Only severance can offer.
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08-14-2011, 04:07 AM
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This is very interesting, it really makes you ponder.
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Always listening to The Orb: O.O.B.E...  My fanfic "The man who learns only what others know is as ignorant as if he learns nothing. The treasures of knowledge are the most rare, and guarded most harshly." -Chronicle of the First Age "Try to see the forest through her eyes." Réalisant mon espoir, Je me lance vers la gloire. Je ne regrette rien. (Making my hope come true, I hurl myself toward glory. I regret nothing.)
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08-14-2011, 11:42 AM
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Most of what I write is kind of personal/introspective I guess, yeah...
I tried to best describe the place I escape to in my mind sometimes, either when things get too tough or when the feeling leads me there.
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#5
08-15-2011, 02:32 AM
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That makes sense, no wonder you called the title The Storm Cave.
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Always listening to The Orb: O.O.B.E... My fanfic "The man who learns only what others know is as ignorant as if he learns nothing. The treasures of knowledge are the most rare, and guarded most harshly." -Chronicle of the First Age "Try to see the forest through her eyes." Réalisant mon espoir, Je me lance vers la gloire. Je ne regrette rien. (Making my hope come true, I hurl myself toward glory. I regret nothing.)
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08-15-2011, 09:25 PM
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I understand... and I'm happy to see you back
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