something borrowed

[zarlon]

something blacker than the night sky she set her dreams upon.
with every stolen breath, trailing along behind her
footsteps echoing along the bottom of ponds iced with lily pads,
the green is only an accent to who we are.
and when i think it's too late, it's too early to turn back,
and then i set my mind down and turn it all upside around, once again.
you'll break once in a while, and it's always up to them to glue you together.
never let your expectations
get ahead of you.
fatalities can grab you - like headlines from a rain splattered newspaper,
words un-evenly spaced out upon the page, as if something had been removed.

and then i want to throw my arms up into the clouds,
and run through the fields!

nothing can stopstopstop my heart from beating like this -
it's red and it's here and it's real ..
and i'm falling one inch at a time,

into this world of puppeteers.

[Osiris]

Originally posted by zarlon
and when i think it's too late, it's too early to turn back

it's never too early or too late to turn back...

go where you want :: when you want

the first steps to freedom.