Mist

  There is a mist which puts you in slumber

  Where when you awaken you rise with confusion

  It traps your vision and brings you wonder

  All of the grandeur given with Lake Sumlt illusion

  Darling has no name. He has a figure and a default setting consisting of his expected behavior and attitude.

  Strange for a man expected to be alive to only have an essence.

  And a wandering spirit too.

  Grace

  They stare at me longingly as though they feed on the reflection on my lens. They seek something from me, but that's okay, I created him to seek consolation on the tragedy my life is- was. Now, I don't know the way home and I will never turn to it.

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  Enter.

  They speak with an irresistible urge that seems to come from their overwhelming temperament of bearing a parental feeling to welcome me. Their passion is bright like its fueled by the Noele Fire.

  Those who cross over the stepping stone that shines bright and releases fortune are destined to touch their wandering spirit that has fled from the filth of their sadness.

  Happiness

  Seeking and longing drives you home

  Butchering the feeling of wait and endless

  Speaking of your greatness brings reminisce of Mother

  Basking in the shadow of the strong ones

  Curling your feet at the park

  Swimming through the see through lake

  Convincing yourself of a truer home

  You've ran down East to a Land you don't know

  There is hurt in withholding. When will you voice it?