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I don’t like the shadows.
The shadows, they follow me.
In each direction,
My heart could drown in such great darkness.
The way it moves it can double my emptiness.
They can be as hollow as me.
But the truth is that I’m full of nothing.
But nothing means something and that something is big.
And it’s precious, my mind.
Bigger than they can imagine.
To me, irreparable, irreplaceable.
Forget, oh shadows, the lords and ladies of the night.
Love & An Old Poem,
"We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special." - Prof. Stephen Hawking
Love & Time Machines,
The oldest of them all,
I saw your poster,
Drifting down the river Sea.
I shouted and ran,
"Look! Isn't this a dream?"
Just drifting away,
Who would've thought?
But me, oh, silly my
I'm just another pair of eyes.
How is it that I always get in the way
Of things like this, things like that.
Like that time at that shop,
When I just coudn't decide which one of those items
I'd rather buy
And they were all sold out.
Silly me, oh my.
It made me mad,
But that's how I found that old poster
So there was no reason to make myself mad,
Pedal away, just roll
Or life will run you over,
Silly ancient me,
With my hopeless mind I'll wonder.