NaPo 04 27-30 2012

April 27

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 It consumes us

Absorbs us

Creates us

Destroys us

It fuels us

It drives us

It brings us

Ends us.

The root of all evil

The colorless,

soundless,

endless.

 

April 28

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What went through your mind

On that cold, November day?

How did it come to be?

What’s the history?

It’s a book as old as time,

but the pages are sealed.

Only you have the key.

 

April 29

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I’ve seen your life

Through your eyes..

And I’m sorry.

Everything you’ve lived through has been nothing but hurt..

Your freedom denied

And your heart torn asunder.

But yet you still find a way to be happy.

It makes my life seem..

So petty.

 

April 30

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Back here again.

This empty beach..

Nothing ever changes.

The outside world might change it’s image..

It’s tone, it’s personality, it’s nature…

But here..time stands still.

Countless wrecks of those less fortunate

But no traces otherwise.

They could only be claimed by their final ascent.

How fortunate.

The vegetation is cemented in rust.

The skies are thin and bleak.

And the soil, too lost to continue.

At least..

The wind still blows.

Nothing ever changes.