Within the chaos, I slip away.
Far from the damage at hand.
Time stops in the sweetest illusion.
As if from the hourglass; vanished the sand.
Hands of the clock still continue to move.
Except out of the usual tick-tock tune.
I'm able to breathe, without suffocating.
Able to sleep through every new moon.
Sooner or later, I'll stop dreaming.
I understand this perfectly well.
Let the truth slither through the cracks.
Give it strength to break this magical spell.
I'll face the morning, no matter how brutal.
For I know there's no chance of immortality.
Let me linger in this glorious state of dream.
While I'm reminded softly; of reality.
Author notes
I suppose my writer's block is gone, oh the great magic London has :]]
I have already written about ten different pieces since I stepped off the plane yesterday, so I'll be showing those as well. But for now, enjoy this one.
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Oooh yay!






I'm so happy to see your muse it back! I looove what you've written here
♥ kate

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Thanks a lot :]]
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es no problemo mi amigo!

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