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The night.
It's a powerful time.
Away from those who wish to restrict us.
A place to dance, laugh, cry and run for no particular reason.
Sanity is partly lost, enough kept to fight or fly.
It's a high.
Purely dark, away from responsibility, from them.
Wishing us safety, normality, perfection and restraint.
Dreams, nightmares all together.
A reality, this haven.
My freedom.
The night.
©2008-2009 ~aeoleo
:iconaeoleo:

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my favorite time of day

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:icondgenreteliterabbit:
:clap: this is one of your bests aeo! i love how perfectly you described the night; this is exactly what the night was to me in my teenage years.

--
RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one

steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
:iconaeoleo:
yay! thanks!

--
She who lives in her imagination.
In her mind, not their creation.
There Fantasy = Reality
:jsenn: Rell
:icondgenreteliterabbit:
welcome!

--
RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one

steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
:iconsimpson-freak:
woah nice J. O. B.

--
Homer: Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.
:iconaeoleo:
thanks, i wrote this a little after sizzler.

--
She who lives in her imagination.
In her mind, not their creation.
There Fantasy = Reality
:jsenn: Rell

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