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The vivid colors quickly fade from my imagination, leaving only a drab grey in their place. I sigh sadly, recognizing the narrow streets and crowded pathways. I'm back in London, my home.
Or is it really? I have been so many places; done so many things. How can I still think of London, of all places, as home?
Amara, perhaps, could by considered my home. Even the word fills me with a feeling of well-being, and I think of my sisters and I, laughing by the fire as we did only moments ago.
Why? I wonder silently. Why can't I go back to when I thought there was only one world, back when everything made sense? The answer pops into my head almost immediately: London might not be home anymore, and Amara might never be either, but for an instant I see the two worlds, reflected. Amara, full of light and happiness, and London, drab and grey. Until a small light begins to sprout at the beginning of the darkness, a flower forming.
I realize that I am that flower, and have been sent back for the very same reason--to bring light. To bring joy, happiness, and hope to those who have none. And that is reason enough for me.

I lean out of the window, over the railing, and fall down, down, down--down into the waters of the beautiful colored waters.
Anjali wrote: "this will be my pic:
http://volcanista.files.wordpress.com..."
Eh. The point of it is to challenge your mind with the pictures that you don't pick. So you can think on the spot, sort of. So I'm going to say no.
http://volcanista.files.wordpress.com..."
Eh. The point of it is to challenge your mind with the pictures that you don't pick. So you can think on the spot, sort of. So I'm going to say no.

Janek and Laura watched away as Martin Luther King Jr. gave "I have a dream" speech in admiration. Their folks - whites - scowled at the African-American.
"Janek, I want to march wit..."
Laura!!!!!

Picture two:
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BANG!!!
Are you amazed yet? ;P"
I am definitely amazed!
is this the feeling is this the sight you see when you die a star of light.
death
epic
lord loss
Demons
Wolves
blood
entrails
It was so epic it couldn't be seen by anyone but me only few words are visible
death
epic
lord loss
Demons
Wolves
blood
entrails
It was so epic it couldn't be seen by anyone but me only few words are visible


It's amazing what can happen in a place, yet never show. The colors of the leaves on the sidewalk, the sounds of children walking down the street and laughing, as I once did, all a magnificent show hiding the truth beneath all of it, the pain. All I lost. All that was taken from me. This is the last place I ever saw.
Perhaps this could be the beginning of a story, or something.
Laura wrote: "um. How would demons, blood, and entrails be related to a glorious explosion of brilliant light that brings hope and everything good? Like Pandora's box--reversed."
see thats how good it is you would never have guessed
see thats how good it is you would never have guessed

My world is so odd. It is absolutely colorless, black and white and the in between. But when you looked into a gathering of water, say a pool or a puddle then the world is bursting with color. It is like we are on the wrong side of the puddle, or magic has sucked all our color and put it into water.

see thats how ..."
I thought the point was to guess....

Shadows fall over crowd
Silence sweeps the nation wide
Everywhere is at night
Everyone tries to hide
But darkness does not prevail;
All the ones who see take flight,
For by the power of the sun,
There is color and light!
Picture 2:
Blinding, screaming
Feel the sensation
Running, gasping
Sweeping the nation
Nor good or bad
No one is in a triumphant motion
For it strikes fear and wonder in one man's heart,
Behold the spetacular explosion!
Picture 1: The world outside this box I live in is said to be marvelous. People tell me it's filled with color, but through my mind's eye, it's black and white, shades of gray. Because if the world is colorful, it matches this box, with it's perfect houses, perfect mountains, perfect lakes, perfect forests, perfect people, all filled with color. No one would thing of gray as perfect and that's exactly what I need. Gray, languages, words, music,cultures, and a little spontaneity to keep me sane.

Gray. It is a color, just it blends in with all the colors. Black and white stand out just as much, but no one ceases to notice them. Color is confusing. Black, white, and gray calm me. Color is extravagant, forever moving. But you can get caught up in it. But I stay with my shades of dullness, leaving all my cares of the world reflecting colors.

Leaping, drifting
Slipping away
Giggling, laughter
Here to stay
Darkness, nighttime
Going on the run
Lights shine out
Now it's time for fun

it is all these things, but it is fake. It is not home.
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And then every so often I'll update the pictures. So, if you have a suggestion for one we can use just email me at musicxdance23@yahoo.com or private message me. :DD
Oh, and before you write it, say which picture you are using.
So here we goes.
Picture One:
OR
Picture Two