

Castle on a CloudCastle on a Cloud (Cliffs of Moher)Castle on a Cloud
Ive seen the Castle on a Cloud, The bricks are cool and grey. It rises up across the sound, The top just barely crumbling away.
It sits in a field of wildflowers As far as the eye can see And reaches an arm of rocky power Around the depths of the sea.
The cool winds sing my name In the melody of their grateful sigh Until wind and field and wave become the same And I see why this is a good place to die.
Dandelions tickle my face The Castle on a Cloud beckons to me Someday I will reach t


BoredomBoredomBoredom
My ear attunes to the incessant buzzing of florescent library lighting. A chill creeps down my bare arms and settles in my sore wrist. With no other distraction forthcoming, a pencil dangles from cold fingers languidly. It sweeps across the page in a lazy scrawl, Dribbling words like mashed peas from a babys mouth. (I ponder disinterestedly where that analogy came from, But its not worth the effort to erase.)
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"We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely." - The man himself.
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there simply is nothing to say to life
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