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erffa everywhere and erffa forever!
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[Dec. 24th, 2027|01:21 pm] |
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- aedh wishes for the clothes of heaven, yeats
friends-locked. |
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| 017: first gasp |
[Oct. 25th, 2009|02:42 am] |
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the first gasp of light erupting as a promising velvet, the vacuum of the night relinquishing its reign: we face our darkness alone, like how we find our salvation. |
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| 013: sunday night lights & fluffy clouds |
[Oct. 28th, 2008|10:17 pm] |
when we walk through the busy lonely streets of vehicles and pedestrians rushing one another by, your eyes quiver as you drown in the fantasy of bright lights - pulsating neon and a street dance convulsion of joy. the colours melt patterns reduced into a benign happiness, your sighful contentment the only sound i ever hear in the cacophony of city noise.
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erffa you're relentless as she jumps (again) across the room from the sofa, traversing an imaginary sky annie i want to fly in real clouds and i wonder why do you hold so much promise, the superhero girl of a future forgotten. and we know someday you would have to soar brilliantly, forever flying but somehow i am not yet prepared to let you go.
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| 005: titans |
[Jan. 26th, 2008|06:08 pm] |
i wish they come alive and devour itself, so we don't have to watch the devouring procession of modernity march with impunity to subsume the tactile into colour-fading, dog-eared memories and be able to feel only, helpless. |
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| 004: firefight. |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|03:10 pm] |
and just when you thought the shackles of old ghosts have came undone: there is no need for the premonitory kindness, because that just hurts more and the emotional burden is stretching too far more than human endurance.
the test that i will succumb in again and again; perpetual vicious cycle never to learn from (or recover) - with all the splendour of the risk, the eventual meteoric freefall. how many times have that happened, and how many promises of never again have been broken? you were privy to hope and love, and that wanton destruction - excruciatingly deliberate and cold - meant misjudgment: you were never worthy, never deserving, never justified. all the energy expended was the most blatant act of futility ever, and redemption is the brutal mercy that shall never be accorded even, in the most unlikeliest of circumstances, you are sheathed from the decision committed and wrath incurred.
this is the line drawn: you are no more, and the fury will never be assuaged.
you may hope to fall with grace, but you will still fall - and that is where my contempt will envelop you. |
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