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A deep abyss Of unknown depth The pouring sprinkles Or hail Adventures on a boat of Banana flowers that followed Rarely were they Of paper Run, splash, soak Almost always Accompanied An uneasy feeling Yet filled with adrenaline Magical spurts of happiness Observed from afar A mere promise Held the leash Now that its held By the vast plains Of dead grass And gloomy skies It almost feels as if This is the deep end Of the hole in the ground

Dreams of the deep blue sea Made us impatient Nightmares of the darkest greys Made us run and hide Though they were dreams Nonetheless Dreams of passion Dreams of joy Dreams of ever lasting love Could they be true? We wished they were. The demons within Were kept safely locked away Never have we cared For or about them Until they become break free Then we begin to realize How naïve we were Such juvenile creatures, we are Our eyes in a daze Of vibrant colors And our minds forgetful Of the greys, blacks and whites We ask ourselves, Why are they dull and gloomy Grey, the new red Black, the new pink And white, forever white Why didnt we embrace them Why did we need a closet To conceal them We fell for the same old tricks Yet again.

I found myself helpless Around the harshest of words Words of which the scars still remain It wasn't the gibberish that saved me Nor was the defensive glare It was when she hid her despair Her winding stream of tears That glistened in the morning sun That i came to realize What love really is She was the light Within the dark little hole That we all called home She radiated joy On a gloomy saturday She was also the bond That held us all together She would cry for us, Laugh for us And even fight for us In her own wonderful way I was scared to lose her I refused to look at her But i wish i had been with her Through one of the nastiest battles I've seen by far She didnt give up on us Even when her army of white Had accepted defeat She stood strong To see herself win the war A brave little soldier, she was Every time i say goodbye I would see those teary streams Never knowing when or if I would see them again I find it hard to believe That i live in a nightmare Moulded by the undying love And affection thats so special So precious I can never see home The same way i used to I can never enjoy the food The same way i used to I can never sleep in The same way i used to And worst of all I can never leave home The same way i used to A beautiful soul, she was.

Zero Degree Atoll.

Rings of hope and joy. Rings of gloomy bitterness. Cannot be avoided, but can be rushed. It’s a game. But also a journey, an adventure. Through a forest of enchanting flora, across an ocean of hostility. Across a desert of vast emptiness, within the abyss of a deep dark cave. Beneath the Lyrids of the blue. A slow gentle touch to pick the flowers. A rush of blood avoiding nocturnals. Only to realize the pain, of a thousand prickles. And the comfort, of feathery darts. And only after the climb, you appreciate the glowy haze at the top.

Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator

A star that irradiates a lifetime.