June the 29th, 2002

1:08 p.m.

Mood: Lazy and vehement.

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~ Fatima ~
by: Me
August 9, 1998 @ 11:39 p.m.


Everyday is spent chasing a fantasy.
A fatima morgana on the horizon
Nothing more than an illusion
Nothing more than a dream.

Everything in this world is cloaked in secrets.
Every item holds some mystery.
Every word is lost after spoken.
Words are nothing then, except shadows.

There is no will without hope.
There is no hope without wishes.
There are no wishes without dreams.
There are no dreams, when reality awakens you.

Each night I spend less time sleeping,
Dreams seem few and far between.
Nothing more than a fantasy.
Yet, I am lost...
in nothing more than what they seem.

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