homesickATLien:
With enough self-control to hide the lump in his throat caused not by terror but by sadness, he could no longer endure the unmerciful reality that came pouring in through the window
homesickATLien:
In between the dark and the light
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Lunchtime
homesickATLien:
This time is falling down. But falling leaves hang on for life
homesickATLien:
Upon the fields of barley
homesickATLien:
And fade out again
homesickATLien:
I said take me back to those golden days of the summer. Over there behind those distant hills I remember.
homesickATLien:
The breath of the morning. I keep forgetting. The smell of the warm summer air
homesickATLien:
Cerulean sky. Lay on my back and watch the clouds roll by
homesickATLien:
All this running around. I can't fight it much longer
homesickATLien:
There was a time when ocean, sky, and sunset gleam. Nature, and every common sight. To me did seem. Apparelled in celestial light. The glory and freshness of a dream.
homesickATLien:
Like the brutal autumn sun. It dawns on me, what have I done?
homesickATLien:
I saw it different, I must admit. I caught a glimpse, I'm going after it.
homesickATLien:
I was blinded by a memory. Like it's someone else, like it wasn't me.
homesickATLien:
And the day will come, and then it will pass
homesickATLien:
Love is like a ghost in the distance, out of reach
homesickATLien:
Do not let this thing you got go to waste. Do not let your heart be dismayed. It's here by some random disclosure of grace. Do not let your spirit wane.
homesickATLien:
Majestic
homesickATLien:
Like a light that’s driftin’, in reverse I’m moving
homesickATLien:
“The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory”
homesickATLien:
“The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to the primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach”
homesickATLien:
“Like most others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I felt somehow that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road.
homesickATLien:
"Yet, what is my faith? What Am I? What but a thought of serenity and independence, an abode in the deep blue sky?
