Sun, moon and stars.
Star, moon and sun.
Two vs one.
A confused battle because one is stronger than two.
The understanding behind one voice being stronger than many is new.
Quality over quantity.
One voice shining brighter than the many.
Make a choice.
More or less.
Less or more.
The avenger or the vengeful.
The two can not exist at the same time, never the less equate your intentions on connecting the dots.
What will it be.
Night & Day.
Beauty & Blood.
Death Or White lights.
Lust or Love.
Make sure you decide.
Once you do that is who you will become.
Listen to your mind.
Listen to your voice and not thee voices.
Let your thoughts flow, light your light and let it shine.
The ones pleasant to the ear are the ones that make things clear.
transparency is how you see.
You can not see day and night at the same time.
You must decide if you are day or if you are night.
Sunshine brings forth honesty and there is no need for makeup.
Night holds secrets and illusion is its for front.
Day and night the memories in the palm of your hand.
Pick now or forever be damned.
Stuck in a maze one end too on end.
Day & Night
About the Creator
Lone Wolf
I write story’s to release the parts of my Imagination that will never come true.....
Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Fiction
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