cerebration

the world holds many truths, yet it gains a ballance in it's lies. help me sort my way through the tangle. like the spider's web the lies intertwine. let me out of the trap. where shall I reside, just somewhere to call home. there's no place like home they say, well where is home? somewhere over the rainbow where bluebirds fly. like the song, "birds fly over the rainbow, why oh why can't I." why oh why can't I? I don't want a pot of gold just a home. where do I belong? I can't go back, only birds can return to old nests

reviled

winter thickend obsidian pelt shines like velvet in the wintery light. wench procedes through the terrain at a steady locomotion. pillars rise and fall at a gentle two beat. flints pound upon the frozen ground. the light flurrys of snow fall about her mass bespeckling her jet hide with whitness that soon evaporates as her internal temperature heats it. orbs shine bright behind raven locks that fall annoyingly over orbics. terrain is mapped through those two spheres. sights stored away into the caverns of memory within elle's mind.
confusion
bound to none
wanderer
only in sadness
comes awakening

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