By Farah |
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2009 Feb 07
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Happy, now that's a word that hasn't crossed my mind since like forever.|
Joyful eyes that glimpse the world with rosy pink binoculars.
Smiling lips that haven't curved up since la renaissance of mystique
But through it all, against all odds, facing my demons I danced and then danced once more, until stopping was not an option, until music became nothing but a silent scream. The truth of the matter is that it is nothing no more than uncalculated actions, no more than a brain-freeze, no more than dust in the air,no more than Nostalgia of a once upon a time dream.