Post by twilight on Aug 27, 2020 16:20:36 GMT -5
Falling from the sky, so high, so mad, so angry. When I fall, I fall. No floating, no gliding, just a hard solid fall that hurts way after its done. Why cant I just stay, a cloud so weightless up among the living. To drift in that river blue, atop my thoughts staying safe, staying alive. To pursued by dreams, and for all it seems, redeemed for falling from my perch, where I see all and wish to be all. Not stuck in slumber or any other dreams of my device. No lights as I love not evento a disconcerting beam, a shard mellow, from heaven to earth.
So settled in my sentient thoughts, that and my dreams so incumbent upon my hopes, and fears. I will not forego the scope of this, my escape, Jeville calls me home. And fall I regret, having left the very sustenance of my rest, and my hopes far behind. And what let loose my hold on clouds, and my hopes are all that are left of me these days. Those pillows my comfort fold in letting go of all that tweaks my reality and who I am.
Waking is a release back into reality where I wish to stay. A lack-luster fall from grace, a fall from where I was and where I need to be. When dreams are my flight of freedom’s sky, and I cannot fault that freedom I aspire, or that which I must attain. In dreams so fragile it seems, that is all I have left in my life, it is all that has become of me. And I know I have to fall from grace. It is a necessity.
So high, so clear of life’s boundary. I sat in melancholy, reflecting all the joy and regrets of all the human traits I so misconstrue, and bear their weight, and that weight crushes me like nothing I have known before. I am drowing in that weight and I need someone to pull me out, save me. I need that, to cleanse my soul, adhere those changes that make my life what it is. And now it ends so abruptly. So long, this fall in slow motion, the air like rushing water, and before I know it I will have on. Falling from that night sky, falling from that one person, even falling from a scaffolding. Thoughts rippling in currents strong, as the world gets closer, and my heart sinks in a deflated slump, wishes more time in flight, an easier plight than earth, as I land upon my land, bouncing like a old ball, I steady myself and sigh, for I have returned, begrudgingly, from Jeville. And plead for sleep to once again, deliver me.
I have arrived, and Robert you and I have a date for a very special type of match. Harold I think reached into the his old bag of goodies for this one. Scaffold matches were reserved for royalty. Road Warriors vs. Midnight Express (youtube it) And of course Shadow’s most memorable matches were on scaffolds. Falling can be such sweet sorrow, these matches are not to be taken lightly. These are meant to be remembered for a very long time. So Robert lets you and I own it and make this match be remembered for the ages.
Fade to light
So settled in my sentient thoughts, that and my dreams so incumbent upon my hopes, and fears. I will not forego the scope of this, my escape, Jeville calls me home. And fall I regret, having left the very sustenance of my rest, and my hopes far behind. And what let loose my hold on clouds, and my hopes are all that are left of me these days. Those pillows my comfort fold in letting go of all that tweaks my reality and who I am.
Waking is a release back into reality where I wish to stay. A lack-luster fall from grace, a fall from where I was and where I need to be. When dreams are my flight of freedom’s sky, and I cannot fault that freedom I aspire, or that which I must attain. In dreams so fragile it seems, that is all I have left in my life, it is all that has become of me. And I know I have to fall from grace. It is a necessity.
So high, so clear of life’s boundary. I sat in melancholy, reflecting all the joy and regrets of all the human traits I so misconstrue, and bear their weight, and that weight crushes me like nothing I have known before. I am drowing in that weight and I need someone to pull me out, save me. I need that, to cleanse my soul, adhere those changes that make my life what it is. And now it ends so abruptly. So long, this fall in slow motion, the air like rushing water, and before I know it I will have on. Falling from that night sky, falling from that one person, even falling from a scaffolding. Thoughts rippling in currents strong, as the world gets closer, and my heart sinks in a deflated slump, wishes more time in flight, an easier plight than earth, as I land upon my land, bouncing like a old ball, I steady myself and sigh, for I have returned, begrudgingly, from Jeville. And plead for sleep to once again, deliver me.
I have arrived, and Robert you and I have a date for a very special type of match. Harold I think reached into the his old bag of goodies for this one. Scaffold matches were reserved for royalty. Road Warriors vs. Midnight Express (youtube it) And of course Shadow’s most memorable matches were on scaffolds. Falling can be such sweet sorrow, these matches are not to be taken lightly. These are meant to be remembered for a very long time. So Robert lets you and I own it and make this match be remembered for the ages.
Fade to light
