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Literature Text
Life is a mystery...
The nature of life is strange...
Like a wonderland...
Swirling vortexes around in the pupils, as the tidal waves crash in the color of the world.
The fields go swaying, like a ocean on the verge of forgiveness, and sorrow.
Music plays...
Heart's swell...
Eye's are opened to the mystical sounds of life, as it forms around you like a force field of tears.
Your world swarms...so mystical, so strange, so....magical.
We all want this fantasy to be real...
To be alive.
To be....Breathing, living, with us, for a life time.
Yet often times our fantasies are not met.
There not consulted.
There not questioned about.
Therefore, they cannot become true, cannot become real....cannot become, like the Mystic's of life, that compels you with power.
Compels, and drives your very soul forward...
So that you can live on.
You can dream.
You can be heard
But....only if, your the one to speak first...
About the mystical world that swarms our minds, the mystical world that holds the key, to our sanity, for a life time.
- Tanahachi(Me)
