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She is tired of waiting, too.
These days, I haven’t been there for myself or anybody else. I have been mindlessly roaming–every breath I have taken the last two years has felt like glass shards entering my lungs. A week ago, I was once again lost in a soundproof bubble; the purpose of which I mistakenly thought was to shelter me…
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gravity owns you
The air never fills my lungs completely, most of the time I’m heaving through a hand sewn smile. No one has to know—look through me. Long before this vessel was even made, something was already broken. Wires wouldn’t know to embrace each other, parts couldn’t fit together, and to this day, cannot move freely—They cannot…
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Lightfast grief
I know what forever is, it’s the illusion of Light. Nothing lasts but my heart. There is no tunnel, no end in sight. I will be watching as every beautiful flower — Conduits of love, keepers of Light — Grow weak and wither before my wide eyes. The world fades and I am doomed to…
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Flowers & tentacles
I haven’t written for this blog in quite a long while, although I have been chipping away at a few drafts; slowly, painfully. The mould and rot will lead the way was the last post I published, and it seems that I did manage to follow the path of mouldy patches to reunite with the…
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The mould and rot will lead the way.
I could not have imagined the extent to which dreams decay. The dreams that left, the present that ran away with the future; all is past. A silent death, a million trees falling in the forest, a world deprived of oxygen– Not a sound. Not a wave. Nobody moved but me. My favourite snack now…
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The forbidden word.
I was happy on my own, happy when I drowned; But my crooked feet took me to a land far from my own… The home which I found first chiselled away at my smile Until there was only ashes of happiness left; It stole all my colours, the bright ones and the darker ones, All…
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The rain in my heart
Today was really foggy and cold. Sadly, I couldn’t see much of it when I was at work… But the little glimpse I managed to catch through the blinds before it went away was enough to make me feel good. Most people I know don’t like the rain and the cold (or “dull” weather, as…
…where Time is merciless and Light feeds darkness.
The Dawn Chorus… 