

On Finding EternityThe sky is adorned with infinitesimal flares tonight; illuminated beads laced and knotted into an opaque backdrop. Unmisted. An amorphous kaleidoscope, for I know nothing of constellations.On Finding Eternity
I revel in the divinity of this moment; ecstatic with clairvoyance. Our intertwined hands invoke in me a pulsing flicker.
And I am no longer inanimate, but unraveling; reeling with catharsis. Your presence ingrained in the crosshatches of my being as if it had never been any different.
I dread the break of day, you tell me; there lies a ghostly hauteur in the


Recollections.Walk away, already. I promise I'll never think of the illuminating creases around your eyes again.Recollections.
But I will remember the barely audible pulsing of my sneakers on the concrete at dawn every day as I tore through my neighborhood to sneak back into my house; a haystack for hair and ruby red lipstick smeared along the hollows of my cheeks.
And I'll think of the way we used to pass each other angry notes in class [your words still eat away at me].
You put a bouquet in my locker for valentine's day to make amends for the nigh


Affliction ExpectedIt's not what I intended; I never meant to get my whole world so knotted up in theAffliction Expected
desperate promises I made years ago. But I chained myself to those spindly wrists of his back then And believed him when he said we could take them off if we wanted to, someday.
[Liar].
And years from now, I'll tell them; "He had these bottomless eyes that steadied and captivated and inspired me but I didn't deserve them".
[Did I make you up inside my head?]
And maybe next summer, you'll think of the evanescent explosions in my eyes
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xxX The more I know, the less I understand.
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning them again Xxx
*Don Henley
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xxX The more I know, the less I understand.
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning them again Xxx
*Don Henley
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xxX The more I know, the less I understand.
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning them again Xxx
*Don Henley
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"how vain is it to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live"
- henry david thoreau
"words, once they are printed, have a life of their own" - carol burnett
I really appreciate it
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"how vain is it to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live"
- henry david thoreau
"words, once they are printed, have a life of their own" - carol burnett
(i like your writing!)
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you may have noticed that i'm not all there, myself.
& thank you<3
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"how vain is it to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live"
- henry david thoreau
"words, once they are printed, have a life of their own" - carol burnett
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you may have noticed that i'm not all there, myself.
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