The Maybe Someday BoyThe maybe someday boyThe Maybe Someday Boy by crimsonzettaIV
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In life so many things are said to be painted in black and white. Choices that affect us, whether or not we ourselves made them, have to be fit into good or bad categories. There is a pressure, an urge from our society, to instantly make a declaration of finality regarding what occurs in our lives. Do we love them or hate them? Is it now or never? Were they “the one”, or a cataclysmic mistake?
But is it so simple? It cannot be.
I once read that between the ages of sixteen and twenty, up to seventy percent of us meet our future partner. That statistic, while gaping in its possibilities, fails to follow through and list the percentage of how many work out in the end. But the numbers don’t lie. What they fail to tell us is that perhaps we have met them, maybe even held their hand, mocked their beards or helped design the ink that now decorates their fleshy canvas. What if our roads already crossed, and yet here we are, many days later walking the pa
.Release me.You're lying on your bed late at night, in your room without lights...Release me. by BlackRoseMew
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Your eyes are looking somewhere in the black dark, not focusing anywhere...
Trying to remember the title of the song you were listening to earlier..
The clock is ticking, every second that passes by. It is so pie and peaceful. Everything can be heard.
Now you're hearing the voice inside of your head so intense, clear as crystal..
RELEASE ME! The song title was Release me! What could be the story behind the song, you wondered..
A smile appeared. Your eyes are still looking on the black walls, where the trip begins, you're thinking, connecting situations, becoming abstracted.. hundreds of foolish thoughts crosses your mind, and other hundreds of important thoughts do the same, it’s like a chain.. You remember people, hear their voices, you see smiles, memories.
You start thinking of details you didn't believe you could still remember. Not anymore at home, you're on your old 's schoolyard, at the park of your o
.Save me.Past midnight..Save me. by BlackRoseMew
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The girl was lying ragged on her bed. Insomnia.
She scratched the mattress while thinking intensely.
For a while as her eyes were staring at the ceiling, pictures of her life appeared in front of her eyes. She didn't want to remember anything, but the details were so intense, which wouldn't allow her to forget. Colors, smells, voices .. everything so real.
She closed her eyes, weeping .. looking for tranquility, the absolute vacuum.
Her weakness was holding her back, she felt trapped. As if she was tied by invisible chords, which choke her. Pulled her in the dark.
Every single night the same dream.. She escapes, finds herself and survives. But awakens again in reallity. And the nightmare begins again ..
Speaking each night to herself, searching for courage, hoping to wake up one morning without realizing that it was all just a dream.
Alone she walks through the darkness, looking for the strength to get away from everything, be redeemed.