Last night I found words which had been written a little while ago and those words brought me much joy. I am grateful for the joy.
I trolled old sanctuaries in the land of make believe and found my sanctuaries which had once been invaded at one point are now forgotten. I like forgotten. I smiled, my spirit danced and a sigh of relief escaped my lips as my soul felt the safety of my sanctuary once again embrace me.
I knew they would either be there for the long run or get bored and disappear in the fragments of time.
What a beautiful place in this sanctuary of make believe.
My spirit danced under moonlight as my wings are healing and my heart is preparing for flight. Once again I will be flying as I lift my eyes to light that is always there, that light that's there, even in the night.
I trolled old sanctuaries in the land of make believe and found my sanctuaries which had once been invaded at one point are now forgotten. I like forgotten. I smiled, my spirit danced and a sigh of relief escaped my lips as my soul felt the safety of my sanctuary once again embrace me.
I knew they would either be there for the long run or get bored and disappear in the fragments of time.
What a beautiful place in this sanctuary of make believe.
My spirit danced under moonlight as my wings are healing and my heart is preparing for flight. Once again I will be flying as I lift my eyes to light that is always there, that light that's there, even in the night.
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