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Wolf's Return
15 years ago
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The only constant is change: the cycle continues, yet this iteration will be different than before.
Time gives one a chance to think, to ponder, to dream... Yet in the end, we sit alone in a room full of shadows, memory's past, that glimpse of ourselves behind the mirror.
I am contemplating a staging ground, a sort of experiment, to perfect emotional transfer through the only real medium I control: music.
For ever bright day, there is a dark one; for every cry of anguish there is a gasp of joy; for every brilliant summer there is a gray december.
My colors fade.
Time gives one a chance to think, to ponder, to dream... Yet in the end, we sit alone in a room full of shadows, memory's past, that glimpse of ourselves behind the mirror.
I am contemplating a staging ground, a sort of experiment, to perfect emotional transfer through the only real medium I control: music.
For ever bright day, there is a dark one; for every cry of anguish there is a gasp of joy; for every brilliant summer there is a gray december.
My colors fade.
rezdiva
~rezdiva
I like the way you write,its poetic in nature.
