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About Me Member Pencil Artist Nathaniel Bostrom23/Male/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 9 Months
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Mon Feb 9, 2009, 12:44 AM
Angelic Tears.
The silence of the air is think and chilling as i sit here alone. The frozen air enters into my lungs brings me to life. As the pain of my body brings healing to my soul.As i sit here i start to think. The words that will come form my mouth will mean nothing if i do not say them to someone.Yet how can i say them to someone , when all i have here is the chilling air? The misery befalls me as i look to the stars. Meaningless words start to pour our from my mouth. I say to the cold air that surrounds me. As i sit here i see now that all the stars in the universe just don't compare to your beauty. As before i say to myself. i am saying this to no one. nothing except the empty darkness that is every where. Tears of woe start rolling down my face, the moonlight shines through them and makes them bright. My tears hit the ground and it begins to rain. I start to think again. I know i think alot, but still it doesnt help.I keep thinking of meaningless words to say to know one.I think again i write them down. The words that would have been spoken to no one. Meaningless words that only the bitter air would get to hear. The darkness still surrounds me. They keep coming word after word, page after page. words to say to no one. I stare at them in complete melancholy and grief consumes me. I relax and breath the chilling air again. it sends chills up my spine and cold fresh drops of rain beat against the skin of my back.All my tears i watch drop down to my feet as i stand there in the rain. I started to here something against the unpleasantly cold winds of winter. It rolled soft sad words to my ears. I listened intently and suddenly realized i wasn't alone. They were words of a prayer. A prayer to God the same God that i speak to. i listened
and heard that it was a sweet soft girls voice. She was praying for someone to love her. Someone that could just understand her in a way that no one has.As i listened longer i thought to my self she sounds astonishingly angelic. Another word another saying to say to know one. I stud there listening to her tears hitting the ground. I say why do i not say these meaningless words to her so that they will not be meaningless anymore? I do not want to say them to the frozen air that never leaves me. I see her standing there in the empty darkness alone. Just as i was. she hears me and turns to see me just as i am . i start to say the words i have never heard before. They were not meaningless. I watched her face change, i wiped her tears off her soft cheek. I see now that she doesn't just sound angelic she is and angel. Now all if those meaningless words i said weren't all that meaningless. Most of all i was right. All of the stars in the universe just dont compare to her beauty.
Angelic Tears.

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:iconyang-tze:
thanks for the :+fav: on The Hand Of Sand and Autumn Spirit

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:iconmistymarie:
I dont have enough time to comment on all your new ones, but they are all great even though i despise Hillary Duff. The drawings are still remarkable.

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