The Water's Edge

Open the door where insanity dwells. The hidden truths of forever that you have never known. A secret beyond. The dust. A beauty inside the rust. Don't close the door before i get there. Don't close the door and shut me out forever.

Open the night to see what lies in the grasses of eternity. No past regret here, no fear. Beyond the threshold only the beauty you've always held. Don't close the door before i can make it inside. Don't close the door and shut me out forever. I'm begging you. There is more. Just don't close that door.

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Fire burns but flames will slowly die. So, how can anything survive? I ask the stars, but no answers are available to my comprehension. Forever forever asking the sky. Dirt is smeared over the glass of my eyes like a gravestone built for harmonious recallection of everything's nothing.

Harboring emotion beneath nonchalant faces. Life is saved for whoever can see the face behind the tears, the soul behind the fears.

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The element of dream is one of the purest of elements when concerning the self of every being. This and many other things to that effect are known as fact to many of high intelligence and fiction to those of less itelligence. But what does this have to do with anything, you ask? Well, it certainly doesn't fit in with this page, but I got bored. So, if you are reading this, I hope you have a mind capable of comprehending my sudden bursts of conversational ramblings.

My point in that sentence, though, is...Well, I guess I didn't really have a point. I just wanted to start talking about dreams. So much for having an organized web page. This sounds more like an email. I just like to ramble a lot, and this seems like a perfect place for it. It's okay to hate me. Just like the pictures.

Email: amberj@up.net