holding tightly to the earth, looking for the stability of the Alps and the depth of a volcano. she’s made of quicksand, catch her if you canonly the earth can hold the water firm.
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it’s past tense because they don’t matter.
she couldn’t see the abyss through iron, she just wanted to get back home. shattered faces and slithering tongues, seeing both sides of the world is the curse of a heterochromia heart, jaded in one eye, crushed in the other; the shield of metal on her forearm more arm than shield, it’s just drowning silently,Continue reading “it’s past tense because they don’t matter.”
ten-oh-eight.
tonight
my longing gaze that settles in the night skies, knowing every star shining, every whisper of the cool night air, every cicada chirping ; is one we share, while the long grass waves and the water kisses the shoreline. you are in my light and shadows, my sweaters and sock and yes, I miss you
we even took the high road.
trapped in the grip of a cruel jokeour gods have no reason to be behind this, and so they will protect us, and challengeus to becomeall the things we never thought we’d be ; please pause. our hearts need a rest.
