

WindowWindowWindow
By the window sits a spirit Looking through her mirror in hopes to find Her wishes for that some one She dreams so deeply within her mind The snow falls on that sleeping day Her eyes lend rain to ice the street Trying to walk an unseen way Covered by black glass under ones Feet Will she see me coming through her window Or will the mirror reflect her portait only Will the angels give us what they know Or will God just leave her lonely
Eternity is living beyond me I hear her voice through the window
By the window Her breath pour
Reborn
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"Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination."
-Mark Twain
"Há três verdades; a minha, a sua, e a verdade."
I too live in Texas, the Austin area. It's kinda cool meeting others online that live near-ish. I'm about to look through your deviations and comment. Writing isn't my strong suit but I admire those who can do it.
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Thank God I don't have to save the world. Everyone would die, I'm so easily sidetracked.
Anyways, I'm sure that if you follow the same advice you gave me about writing, you'll be able to find your style in drawing. I'm actually still working on mine.
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