Angel Tears

time holds nothingunderneath the trees, we are laying like golden beams hitting the floor in my attic; spot-lighting the dust particles, watching them twirl around in the air. we are laughing about that time when i told you i was serious and then screamed 'ice cream' and ran off; we are laughing about that time when you thought you were gay and then realized it was actually that you happened to like a really ugly girl that looked like a guy; we are laughing at nothing and everything.time holds nothing
is this the way it's supposed to be? should we be serious and watch the stars cave into the sky and turn the moon into the sun? should we be silly and giggle into tub
thanks xD
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"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul,
and paints his own nature into his pictures."
Henry Ward Beecher
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Think again..
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Man fears most what he does not understand.
& merry Christmas!
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