op73

it is
strictly
prohibited
for me
to even
go near
this
opera
house
now...

maybe it is true
that my dreams
were left behind
somewhere
in the
forest
with none to
see them

how else
would you
explain
that
I cannot
even
go near
these
people?

Or maybe
I do not
even
want to?

This
mysterious
thing
how could
we
leave and
quietly
choose

to exit this
ramble
without
any
further
intro?

or
reconciliation?

we too
we cannot
help but
to
choose
this
tune

like this
we
could
enter
the
shala
of
Beethoven's
mother

like this
we too
would
have
the place
where to
see
where
our
hearts
were
before
this.

we would
hear
again
the note;
this note.

Now, this is
for you.
I cannot
help this.
It is as if
each note
is causing
me to fall
towards you.

But how
can we
make sure
that
this is
not just a
fake image?

How could
these dark
shadows once
again feel
so....
vulnerable?

Have you?
do you trust?
do you rest?
do you even...

I would
not
spend
this
amount
of
chimneys
around
a
fire-post.
death...
(sigh)

motherline thru music

the line of this.
will no
be broken

we guaranteeee
that
how could

if we could somehow
we would
this!

welcome the grandma?!
no!!
or this??
how would we...
how could we...
hmmmm

anyway, hmm.
this is what we could get
thru this

the sacred ancestroral "laul" song of the motherly inherited galactic past - ...
SHALL CONTINUE!
we would rather enjoy another day out
in the wild?

no no
we would rather
do what+
now this trip
what is it

who are these
cold looking wolvies
and dont tell me again
that this is the backup
we have here

73emp

now run run my child
thru the realms of the stars
how would we

hand me this
go back
take this

do some work
but the night is low, mom
that's nothing.
we need to...
how would we...
perhaps
a little bit
like...

the thunder is coming, mom
the trees are moving
how would we ever ever get back?

yes i could go like this
but how do we
now what is this
what happened to this

i would rather go like
this tiny dance
in the stars
this warm elf
while we end with...

oh how could we not choose
to be with these people instead
now look mom
there's this storm

these letters
now look mom
how
could you

op73

i thought i honestly thought that this would heal atlantis
too much damage
for the little
girl

how
would
you
get
back
this
little
girl
that
is
capable
of
doing
all
this

m

you can now teach in the mountain village, maybe it is time to mingle a bit with these crowds... yet first, ashamed of the raw, we would get cosier later on...

wild were the dreams and short were the answers
deep was the willful dedication
hope was not left
hope was there

the path amongst which
you cannot climb
the path amongst which
you would not follow me

the path
amongst which
you couldn't help
but be
forsaken

and
how else
would you describe
this
tone
that is
attempting
to
reach
that is simply attempting to reach the next step?

hallo

in the late phase of his life he would seen that, even though, all left behind, we would carry on this, amongst all this, we would take and carry on this. we would somehow know the truth, we would know towards what to cling to when times get tough again

forsaken yet not, climber, a stranger, a forward-moving pace. dance towards the light of the campfire on a lone mountain-top. reach the heights of the silent wisdom, move, until you have nothing left but your last breath.

fooled by every little sign, this could be it, no this, what is it? a dance of the tops of the trees, the winds and the leaves and the movement of the lonely water of the dark blood

hand me your papers and i will do something with them

s31, 2

the pits of the dancer, the danger could be that inside this midst, you would go so deeply into the experience, stepping right into this unprepared fulfillment, that is in front of you...

So how do you later get back? Or do you? Or does it simply take you and carry deeper into the core realms?

Who would know