For hope is, even when it's not
Trinkets twinkle from afar, Jesus Christ super star, up above the world on high, like a carrot in my eye. Now I've searched near and far, how I fear hope's all we are.
Time machine
Memory
Time takes all things but there will always have been this pocket of time we share: a moment that lives on in memory as our time machine. When I close my eyes, I am the trees we planted dancing in the breeze. One of these days I shall go back there. When your time ends, I hope you'll join me.
About Judas1
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This website is a collection of thoughts on life I find therapeutic to play with. Judas1 is a pseudonym used for anonymity, I chose this due to an interest in Judas Iscariot. You can view all 50 posts via the navigation tags at the bottom of the page.