☥ Inside an Indigo's Mind ☥
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Coeur De Pirate - Place De La République
On s’est connus le temps de plaire Aux exigences qu’on s’est créées, mais on s’y perd Tu n’es qu’à quelques kilomètres Et nos cœurs, nos cœurs sont restés dans cette mer J’ai couru en longeant la Seine En espérant te retrouver, l’âme sereine J’ai couru sans savoir comment Ni pourquoi on s’emballe, on ne s’est connus qu’un moment Et je ne sais plus si tu en vaux la peine C’est plutôt dur d’en être certaine Et quand tu seras à la Porte des Ternes Ce soir, ne m’oublie pas Je t’attendrai au moins le temps de dire Que j’ai voulu prendre le plus grand risque Un soir qui m’a rendue bien triste Un soir, Place de la République Et comme tu vois, c’est bien la fin Je dois traverser l’océan demain matin De tes bras, je m’arracherai tout doucement Et c’est la réalité qui m’attend Je sais, ton cœur est habité Par une ou d’autres filles qui t’ont marqué Moi je suis moins forte que les autres Mais j’espère tant te manquer, tant me démarquer Et je ne sais plus si tu en vaux la peine C’est plutôt dur d’en être certaine Et quand tu seras à la Porte des Ternes Ce soir, ne m’oublie pas Je t’attendrai au moins le temps de dire Que j’ai voulu prendre le plus grand risque Un soir qui m’a rendue bien triste Un soir, Place de la République
Pyramids Of Glass Submerged In The Bermuda Triangle
Reblogged from scienceofthespirit
So I’m not sure how many of you have actually watched the Spirit Science Lesson 12 Video about Human History, but in the video Patchman talks about a False Merkaba from Atlantis sitting in what we currently call the Bermuda Triangle. Does anyone else find it interesting that they have now found a Glass Pyramid on the Ocean Floor of the Bermuda Triangle, Interesting read! Enjoy
In Lak’ech
Malakhi
"For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book."
Reblogged from filmganesha
Tom McNeal (via ola-linda)
(Source: hazor)
A word. No, two.
A void.
Deep, consuming everything
Inside my soul.
A Black Hole.
Pain - a shadow
Overcasting my all…
The most beautiful.
Love kills, so does life,
The original sin
The inevitable
The game we play only to lose
Hope, the trick that keeps us
In existence
A Death Sentence
Awaiting to be
Time
Does not heal all.
But plays a part
In giving us reason
Yet tugs the rope
Around our human necks.
It controls the playing deck.
And who am I to realize this
20 years late?
Too many talks
About god and fate
Fuck the future.
Fuck the past and
more than anything
Fuck the present
Fuck the living
Who do not know why
But dare continue to take
Without giving
- without any reason.
So what is creation
But a hologram
You can explain all you want
Nothing will make sense
To someone living in a different place
Inside of their mind.
In a different state, I guess.
And my guess means nothing, in the end.
What is to live,
If we question it all?
We lose the meaning
The hope. Dissipating like the smoke
Of this cigarette.
That pain - blinding me
Like the Sun
When too long lost inside it’s orb
It’s the sight of things physical
That you will lose.
So you choose:
Close your eyes and live the truth
Or die in search for knowledge
With no promise
Of happiness.
Either way we are to become blind.
Like in a black hole
A they have supposed
There is no way out.
Therefore….
Why not take it all
Until we become ill
And decide finally to abandon
Our decaying bodies.
