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Every night I tell myself, I am the cosmos. I am the wind.
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Created on 2005-02-09 00:07:31 (#6066540), last updated 2008-08-20
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Basic Info| Name: | nebarnix |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 04-01 |
| Location: | Moscow, Idaho, United States |
| Website: | http://nebar.gotdns.com |
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nebarotype@gmail.com Bio"I am." I said, "Not feeling like myself lately."
"If you turn to face the Strange, then the monsters will change into gardens of Strength and Light!" -- Anna Varney
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The taste had left her expressionless and cold. The glazed look on her face gave way in a slight tremble as the tears pushed up from the depths. She didn't even know why she was about to cry, save the fact that thinking about her wanting to cry made her want to cry.
She put down the drink, the shotglass filled with a random mix of bourbon, rum, and the stuff someone had given her that tasted like christmas trees; whatever tiny amount was left in the bottles strewn about the house. She really couldn't remember the things that led up to this day. She couldn't answer the questions about who she was yesterday, what she had felt the day before that.
She was a creature without a history. No feelings, no sounds, no memory. Nothing could penetrate her mind except those same swirling, predictable thoughts that could have come from anywhere. More like feelings than thoughts, yet they held their own form, and were tangeble. They had a life of their own, which she felt was almost... more real than her own life. Perhaps it would be better to let them free, she sometimes thought. They had more life in them than she did.
She rose from the table, looked out of her black and white window at a black and white world. She wondered who had turned down the saturation. The overcast sky gave no shadows, no direction, and not a hint of focus. The world was at a standstill, and the cold frosty air bit at anyone who would dare challenge its mighty authority...
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Enveloped in a sentiment,
a sound that rushes over me.
Engage an impulse to pretend
I have a faith as pure.
Not forgetting what it means to dream.
Indulging everything.
Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength
of those I yearn to be.
Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.
Reckless thoughts survive.
Anachronistic and impulsive.
And what will happen?
Will I dream?
I am too scared to close my eyes.
For a second please hold me.
None can change in me these things that I believe.
But I don't know what happens now.
I am too scared to close my eyes.
-VNV Nation - Legion
"If you turn to face the Strange, then the monsters will change into gardens of Strength and Light!" -- Anna Varney
----------------------------
The taste had left her expressionless and cold. The glazed look on her face gave way in a slight tremble as the tears pushed up from the depths. She didn't even know why she was about to cry, save the fact that thinking about her wanting to cry made her want to cry.
She put down the drink, the shotglass filled with a random mix of bourbon, rum, and the stuff someone had given her that tasted like christmas trees; whatever tiny amount was left in the bottles strewn about the house. She really couldn't remember the things that led up to this day. She couldn't answer the questions about who she was yesterday, what she had felt the day before that.
She was a creature without a history. No feelings, no sounds, no memory. Nothing could penetrate her mind except those same swirling, predictable thoughts that could have come from anywhere. More like feelings than thoughts, yet they held their own form, and were tangeble. They had a life of their own, which she felt was almost... more real than her own life. Perhaps it would be better to let them free, she sometimes thought. They had more life in them than she did.
She rose from the table, looked out of her black and white window at a black and white world. She wondered who had turned down the saturation. The overcast sky gave no shadows, no direction, and not a hint of focus. The world was at a standstill, and the cold frosty air bit at anyone who would dare challenge its mighty authority...
-----------------
Enveloped in a sentiment,
a sound that rushes over me.
Engage an impulse to pretend
I have a faith as pure.
Not forgetting what it means to dream.
Indulging everything.
Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength
of those I yearn to be.
Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.
Reckless thoughts survive.
Anachronistic and impulsive.
And what will happen?
Will I dream?
I am too scared to close my eyes.
For a second please hold me.
None can change in me these things that I believe.
But I don't know what happens now.
I am too scared to close my eyes.
-VNV Nation - Legion
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