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Runaway Train

There are days when the sound of you breathing is the loudest thing in my head.

There are days when the slow beating of my heart is the only thing I allow myself to feel.

And the days in between, are the ones I always seem to run away from,

to avoid, as best as I can.

Those days, I’m a freight train with no brakes.

Those days, I’m a 10 ton wrecking ball, with the promise of destruction.

Those days, the sound of thunder drums louder than any other voice in the room.

And those days, the world stops spinning.

But the good days, the days where Jupiter and Saturn don’t collide,

The days where rain drenches every bruised scar,

Those days are my salvation.

Those days, I’m a Greek Goddess.

Those days, I’m my own hero.

 

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

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Author:

I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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