/lit/ - Literature

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Slowly, softly, time brings revelation. Waiting, softly, for someone to believe. And the ghosts we've hidden or left to die have now arisen and will arrive.
They will say "What has happened? What has happened? What has happened to you?"
"..."
"Who would have thought that you'd be the one that I would have found here waiting."
Lost in this night until you arrive and always too blind to see. Who would have thought that after this time that I'd be the one you're saving?
Now undisguised the ghost that survived. Now say what was meant to be...

I never wanted to give my life away. Who ever thought it would matter anyway! Wandering inside this night, finding piece of a life, never sure I'd ever know what it means...

It's the strangers in your life that you never thought you'd meet. It's the hand that picked you up when you're laying in the street. It's the hand that cuts you down. It's the dream that someone shared. When you thought that all was lost it's the friend that wasn't there.

You can run from all the memories but never get that far. For in the end they'll find you.

For this is who you are: change one note, change one line, nothing's gonna be the same, change one loss, change one touch, everything is rearranged. Every act, cruel or kind, lost inside our memory. If you look there, in time, you'll find it.
You'll find it.