"There are no dangerous thoughts; thinking itself is dangerous." -Hannah Arendt


Listen to the silence that exists in sound, the silence of clarity, the silence of imagery, the silence of thought, then feel, hence the sound of the blaring silence which defies ourselves. 

I write Ziall and Larry fanfiction, but I do not consider myself a directioner. 

Really Real and the Reality of Realness by me :)

In the midst of the haze of forever
between the sounds of a thousand nevers
held unto by the silent gaze
by the baffling poet
and the ballet dancer
with the walking philosopher 
and the riddled child
on the bare foot mountains 
and the green rippled vines
there lies the treasure so great and grand
each moment sifting through the strands
matted and wiry in the malignant maze
of reality's caretaker, the demon's tail
and in the harboring time's tide
the constant unnerving guide
into the baffling tune of the gods' unrest
the majestic land of singing bones 
and dancing seas where water flies
where the beating drums of winter's mire
and the wooshing sounds of the racing hooves
of gryphons and rolling moons
shatter the ice with brandished life 
and the great bright light shows with might
my hopes and dreams, 
often out of sight




Anyone can write, we just have to find the right words.


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