Future Nightmares Degenerate


Nightmares of the past creep into the face of the future. Stares so deep triggers haunting thoughts of shame, disgust, turmoil, and fear.

Tis only with strength that the force awakens the face from sleep. A sleep that sparkles promises of a future composed of beauty’s quiescence. A face filled with smiles, calm, and joy. A face of Peace.

Smile my face smile. Nightmare’s gone. Softly and tenderly the future calls.

 

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Water’s Rain

Raindrops. Soft, quiet, serene

Unlike the noises of thunderous terrains

Raindrops breathe life, love, play; in a stillness that comforts

All wrapped in covers so deep.

Waters pour; let it rain.