Random Thought Bubbles

Ramblings on of someone still finding the way

For those who don't believe in another life

Living in dreams of now and forever
In the same bed of roses and thorns

Bloodied hands and white scars
Peering through the looking glass
Leaving crimson prints in crystal

For those who don't believe in the past
Echo, echoing into the void
Like lace in the wind

Missing those hidden memories
In the recesses of the mind
Unexpected resurfacing

For those who don't believe in another life
Where natural becomes forbidden
In the frailty of time

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