One little pure soul not lost yet,
but not yet found.
Emotions and thoughts kept in the head
are deadly, yet the potential lies there.
They are the stories that have not yet been told.
Bleeding out,
creating beauty from the pain,
art from chaos.
- Dancing barefoot faraway from the world, stargazing from the top of the tallest tree of Mirkwood.
- JoinedJanuary 16, 2014
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