lighthouse

At the end of the brine filled air you stand; providing guidance for all of those searching. A beacon of some sort. The masonry that was used in your construction has provided permanency because of an established core. Twelve flights of stairs opens to a glass enclosure with a light that circles. And before the man jumps, he will look down and wonder.

saturn vue

It won't be noted for being a particularly attractive vehicle; nor will it ever be remembered for having superior performance. In fact the car has been as relatively unreliable as a cheaply made chinese hand toy. But it has sufficed in getting the driver from one point to the next. A rusted tailpipe shows that the mileage accumulated has taken its toll. Loosely held suspension with ineffective braking show how the teenage driver has hastily slammed the brakes in an effort to avoid collision. Poor gas mileage constantly reminds the driver of the burning hole that pierces his wallet. Minimum wage salary with luxury price gas consumption are contrasting variables in the drivers life. The navy green paint job, which others mock, is the nobility that the car clings to. Even though this vehicle is far too heavy for its four cylinder engine, it still serves a reminder of high school memories.
The stain on the middle seat of the back row emerged from stealing a traffic cone; but little did the participants know that this cone was caked with mud.
Dog hair clings to all the surfaces, even though the owner has tried to rid his car of such a nuisance. And for as much of a nuisance as these hairs are, they remind him that he has been a loyal master to the dog which he sees so much of himself in.

aqueous transmission

We need a hero. Someone who will do what others are afraid of.

why?

The rain falls heaviest when you're around.

And sometimes you might look up and wonder why you're here, only to look around and see that you've always had an audience cheering for you.

2:09

somewhere along the lines of shooting for the moon I forgot who I was and what I stood for.
ambitions of false glory and worth really amount to little in the grand scheme of things;
for these things only retain the value that we as society place upon them.
So maybe I'm not the man I can claim I once was; maybe that person I currently am is a mere shadow compared to the former.
The White Horse I once claimed to be was actually the opposite.
Nothing but an old taurus car with a beat in hood.
WE all are in need in of repair, but at what time do you drop the car off at the lot and give it the final goodbye.
Cinderblock walls with trace evidence of home display that, like hands going down a chalkboard, the waters will soon settle after the storm has passed.

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there are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door, and so far my ambition has far exceeded my talent.

the garden

Realize that the only allusions which can trick you are the ones that are perceived to be true. 

Lies which are a facade; showing one thing while being the opposite.

Like the low lying branch in The Garden of Eve which tempted Adam with its fruit.

So maybe the truths that were once held so adamantly were actually the lies which constricted what was truly happening.

Understand that George's Resting Bed is one of the few places which still holds truth.