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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Last Midnight Plane Home

Sometimes she just wants to run away, run away from everything her picture perfect life is suppose to be. The illusion of her smile will eventually fade and the tears will bleed past her fight to keep them buried within. It doesn't matter how hard she tries, her fragile heart will never be strong enough to understand what love really is. She has the damaging ability to let her mind wonder into the uncharted territory of her past, painting conflict upon the canvas of her present.

Her world of make believe is the only place she can hide, but what happens when she begins to play hide and seek between fiction and reality? She can't be saved, because she won't let anybody in. She is alone, alone in her picture perfect world of fantasy. Her life is slipping away while she's searching for something she'll never find.

The stars will collide before her eyes as the planet's last dance comes to an end; they'll fall from the sky and break her perfectly constructed world into countless pieces of an unsolvable puzzle. She'll keep lying to herself, because she misses everything that used to be, but it's too late to go back. It's time to catch the last midnight plane home, back to reality before it's too late. All that's left is to follow the luminous lights she dreams upon within the crimson of nightfall - to follow them to the edge of the world and never turn back.

All she needs is to run away, away to where her dreams run wild.

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