Energize my fingers,
Blast me a vision in my eye.
What a situation of healthy fantasy.
Come with me and lets escape from all of it.
Let me fill you a mythical tales of sorrow,
mythical folklore of no tommorows.
The wyrding of the word from an old aged relics.
We can see without seeing.
We can feel without feeling.
Imagination is the key to the dream we all need.
In that dream there is no boundaries.
Only when we wake up,
all energies of responsibilities will flow.
. prosperous obligations are on improvements.
. it will become easy as it gets.
About the Creator
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author8 days ago in Fiction
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