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Lost Sight, Found Strength

The path is so dark and dim, but Julie keeps walking. She is scared, yet her adrenaline makes her look back several times, urging her to walk faster with each step. She wonders why she can't move faster and then realizes it's just her thoughts getting wilder the longer she's on the road. She shouldn't have chosen this path—terrified and confused. She's already halfway through. It sucks. The only way is to adapt, over time. She has one more block, two more, and again she convinces herself it's just one more step to her destination. She's no longer afraid when she starts looking at the sky instead of the road. The evening feels scarier when it's right in front of our eyes, but when it's above, the stars are beautiful. The cold air on her skin feels warmer as her mind grows calmer. Gently, she realizes that she's no longer worried. In fact, she's arrived, in no time. -- I think loneliness comes from the mind. It's not about being surrounded ...
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Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

Silent Bones

I put my mind blindly, yet thee full of maze and every time I keep lost I follow thee wherever the heart might gone For the history, I have made lots of fall down With you, there love, I carry the empty words Shall I go or shall I stay, the sorrow riddles always in the head Lots of miserable thoughts I endure on my own Joggling and clowns around me, play my heart to against me Singing of birds and great scent from flowers, good memories shall I remember Even the sad ending still keep the beautiful essence from thee Even worst pictures of thee put them to love thee  in thee greatness and in thee madness But my soul guides me, thee love, I'm not yours The answer for both of us, as we are, as one Impossible, as we also said to ourselves, impossible, and we still guess In the end, the edge reveals and I not see thee As my thee with a blindfold at thee eyes, too long the fogs separate us My silent bones walk through many paths waiting For my has walk through the tou...
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