A deep blue madness and an ocean dark as space is a place to recede when thoughts are broken, and the said words crumble to silent whispers. When intentions spar over right or wrong, and confusion reigns, utterances rise up and compose a prose. Words become the architects of a new reality, and a new island is formed.
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I don't know why, but that piece reflects my emotions at time. When I read it, I became it, and I liked it. Great piece! Thanks for sharing.
Carrie
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