Diary

Thinking dead

I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.

Psalm 3:5


So silent and still

Everything stops

Though the birds sing

For a moment too,

The heart pauses

To listen to your thought

Putting it all together

It makes a scene


From that scene comes story

From that story, a shapening

Then death goes and reality dawns

It all seems like a spell removed

Life not so fun, your face tells

Down on your knees it is all sorted

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