Olivia’s journal

XANGA ARCHIVE / 2008

· 1:20 pm

Fresh

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To be aware of what completes,
allows me to put at rest,
my heart's slow and steady beat,
irregular... fades... flutters.

I stand and watch the distance,
a pale blue horizon,
it turns and winks at me,
i become certain.
ready.

Come forth,
stand strong,
the battle begins,
the war goes on.
pound... thump... roar!

Regrets are meant for weak,
I listen and do not speak,
a whisper then a tear,
sera, sera...
Was, will, be.

Allow me to raise my arms,
to send the words,
up... away...
Slowly towards euphoria,
it blends, I melt, it comes.

No faith,
veiled future,
irrational time.
Collide,  create,  climax.
Victory, serenity, calm.

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