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Messenger Of Wasteland by ~Andre-M-Huenseler
Cold FeetOur hearts carelessly in our hands, we are ever wandering. Travelling with a lot of baggage, yet still unprepared for what lies ahead. Blindfolded, we are keeping ourselves from this profound feeling called loneliness. Keeping ourselves from the very truth that hope is the root of all disappointment. The sun can't burn our wings if we stay on the ground. We cure our suicidal mood through certainty of solitude. We feel inadequate for ourselves, yet we bitch and complain about our reclusion as if it were of someone else's making. We need to stop and ask ourselves, are we busy being reborn, or are we busy dying...?Cold Feet by ~Andre-M-Huenseler