Its dark and its scary and you have dreams of fires as you sleep on this ancient yellow brick road. Stories and history seeping through your clothes and it starts to prickle your skin and numb your legs.
There's a fog and the bricks don't look quite so yellow anymore and you find that brings tears to your eyes.
Fantasies of sunlight haunt your thoughts.
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Come with me.
Build
and
build
and
sweat
and
work
for
what
might
be.
Plaster
and
bricks,
plaster
and
bricks
never stop working for what might be.
What will be.
Wow. That's a really cool format. I like it. I'm going to steal one of your lines, not sure which one.
ReplyDeleteWow great writing, keep it up
ReplyDelete'build and build and sweat and work for what might be"
#STOLEN
"There's a fog and the bricks don't look quite so yellow anymore and you find that brings tears to your eyes.
ReplyDeleteFantasies of sunlight haunt your thoughts."
these are the kind of lines that make me keep reading the blogs. you never know who will post something like this or when. simply amazing.
"There's a fog and the bricks don't look quite so yellow anymore and you find that brings tears to your eyes."
ReplyDelete#stolen
stop you're really good
ReplyDelete"never stop working for what might be."
ReplyDeletejust YES. stolennnnn