Hiding in a dark place is me. Singing and humming In my own private obscurity. I stride quitely in cold black curtains dotted with sparkling effervescence and a pearl white light among crystal coated landscapes. I glide through ghostly cathedrals of slumbering civilization, trying to clarify the muddy cerebral streams touched by blinding beams that wash out rainbows I was dreaming about. I struggle in confusion, trying to reconcile memories of bliss that floated in the majesty of those same heavenly beams. Someone, something shattered that reverie. Too many wails of cacophony that drowned out, stifled the music of whispering and subtle harmony. Thus I have retreated in that velvet and silk when those voices of discord are hushed and still.3 responses total.
Someone else should comment on this one. I've already seen it. Jon wrote this one in church.
nope, you forgot. I wrote it at Shari's after a late dinner.
ah yes. That's right.
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