The Long And Winding Road

The long and winding road
winds up and down the lonely hills,
leading me from the wild and wide sea,
with stormy winds in my back,
through grassy and misty lands,
sky overcast, scarf wrapped around
my small and slender shoulders,
up and down the rocky hills,
goats and sheep my only friends
on this long, last journey,
up into the mountains high,
woods all around me,
climbing up high towards
my resting place.

From here I shall watch the sea,
the place I loved,
and never shall I return.

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Fern

This was an early picture that I took with my mum's first digital camera. I had lots of fun with the macro function in our backyard and in some of the parks in our little town. That was before I was made aware that people would usually deal drugs in those parks and was forbidden to go. I went anyways.

Just Take My Soul

Just take my soul, piece by piece, rip it apart, dissolve it and pour it down the drain. I'll be better off among my own, among the dead. You think I'm a liar, maybe I am. Who knows what's real anyway? I can see my world slowly dissolving around me. I wish I could burn my skin and flesh away, dissolve with my world into nothingness - a fast, floating dream without any impact. Is now the time to say goodbye?

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