Saturday 6 April 2013

Nightingale

A small sound. And echo of something forgotten. The resonance of emotion that you don't know about. Thought that dissapear in spontaneous flashes of bright light. Blinding. Enlightning. Waves slipping and falling over the sand. A story that someone told a long time ago. A deep thought. A deeper feeling. A memory of someone. The feeling of iridescance. A small glow that fills the darkest of the corners of your broken mind. To wake you up from the slumber of monotony. Life. Alive. Happy.

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