it's golden rays casting across my hands,
bringing memories of my home to my mind.
I cup my hands,
cradling the golden light like liquid,
searching it's depths for my reflection,
finding nothing within it.
A shadow crosses my light,
and the darker parts of my mind find their way free,
reminding me of the harshness of the world outside of my mind.
That the darkness that is so comforting,
yet so destructive at the same time.
Just like this Golden Light I cradle in my hand.
So loving,
so comforting, yet so destructive.
My comforting darkness and my saving Light.







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~You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea.~
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If I had a mind I'd be bored out of it....
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If I had a mind I'd be bored out of it....
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"I say next Meet we let Clay catch our dinner. A bunny buffet." He grinned down at me. "Or guinea pig. He knows how to carve up a guinea pig." "No, I dont," I said. "They never let me finish." ~Clayton and Antonio Savage~
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