Darkschunt 
Saturday, April 03, 2004
I am sitting at my desk. The only light in my room is the light of my desk lamp, a ruddy glow which mixes with the light of the vanilla candles by my window. The vanilla scent mingles with the fragrance of warm lemon tea arising from the cup beside the open crimson notebooks. Light glimmers off the scarlet ribbon intertwined around the black pen that lies on the open white pages. Night lingers at my window, a complete darkness with the exception of a single street lamp with its white twinkle.
Words and words and words and more beautiful words flow off page after page after page, mingling with sketches and dreams and harmonious notes of music disappearing off into the night, in search of the worlds beyond. The air of a town stuck between a desert and the ocean is cool and dry tonight and the singing of the crickets are loud and clear.
The sky is wide open and the moon is full. Tonight is a night where doorways to the past and the future, to other dreams and other worlds, are thrown wide open. Pathways meet and people...sometimes soulmates...meet.
Words and words and words and more beautiful words flow off page after page after page, mingling with sketches and dreams and harmonious notes of music disappearing off into the night, in search of the worlds beyond. The air of a town stuck between a desert and the ocean is cool and dry tonight and the singing of the crickets are loud and clear.
The sky is wide open and the moon is full. Tonight is a night where doorways to the past and the future, to other dreams and other worlds, are thrown wide open. Pathways meet and people...sometimes soulmates...meet.
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