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Tragic's Wake
Break The Silence
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Looking about at tumbled ruins of fallen dreams. Stumbling stones of misery plague the landscape of thoughts. The distant horizon stretches out pure. A single tear, diamond sparkling sadness, pure emotion. Last sacrifice on a false altar before donning old boots over this ones travel worn feet. One more journey to that distant horizon old friends. How many times those words have fallen from dry lips thirsting for that true drink, blessed quaff of life blood only offered in this one’s dreams. For the reality of it appears only in the most fragile of illusions shattered always by the truth. This one pulls on his long coat, the journey will likely be cold, it often is out there. Those distant lands bring chills twice as frequent as warmth. Dust swirls about in a stray breeze. The time comes soon and the page will turn. One more time, one more trip, one more journey. Maybe this time this one will find his rest. Uncertainty throws familiar shadows across his face once more as this one turns to face the distance. What is out there? Doesn’t matter much for there will be here soon enough. This one looks at those boots once more. Ready old friends? He steps forward as the night takes him into her arms once more.
