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Solace in the SoundBehind my face, There is a door that begs to be opened, There is a conversation that begs to be had.Solace in the Sound
Within my soul, There is a part of me that only wakes when it's raining, There is a way of breathing, A way of being, that surfaces in damp air.
There is solace in the sound, Of the sky falling down, There is solace in the sinking, Of my feet in the ground.
There is truth, There is hope, In the sky shifting, From light to dark, Dark to light.
Beyond my eyes, There is a window that begs
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Write MeWrite,Write Me
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Write...
Write me.
Stanza eyes, and personified limbs, Gentle lines, Commas at the ends, Like little thoughts, Of life and death,
Write,
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Write...
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Smelling SpicesMissing someone, Is kind of like smelling spices, It sweeps over you, In a powerful wave, In an instant, Stirs an eddy of sensations, Hints at places far away...Smelling Spices
And then you must exhale, Breathe air again, And feel the thrill of those feelings, that memory, that hint, Settle in your veins,
Too sudden, Too powerful, Too thick to ignore,
And always,
Too fleeting,
Too thin to touch.
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they think ive left. its quite marvellous.
i return on this beautiful wet day to ask you to run away with me. however i am quite aware that the answer will be undesirable.
instead i will tell you that i think of you when i am looking at my favourite view- of pitter patter rain drops falling like very sad angels onto bedroom window and the soft earth beneath.
these days i can feel everything breathing, and they speak to me with these sad hoarse voices-
i wish that i could share things with you.
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the only thing lady luck gave me was an STI and a death wish.
i've missed you.
you write the most beautiful letters. i have no idea what to say after i read them, and i end up writing things like this...
what if i said i'd love to run away with you? i can't, though. but it's an incredibly lovely idea.
i would love to think that you think of me sometimes, especially when it's raining. i think of you when it's raining.
if you can hear them, listen carefully.
you can share anything with me anytime you want to.
i wish you the best, dear declan. for you, i kept out all the capitals.
<3
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What's your favorite phase of the moon?
How do you feel about rain?
Will you tell me your story?
this is the second time i attempted to write you a message today. the first attempt crumbled to a footprint of ash on hot tarmac. i am praying that this one will prove more successful.
i wonder how you are faring in your world. i wonder if your words these days, are flowing and joyous, or fragile and bitter- or if you have any words at all. life is also killing me-
the thought came to me on a sleepless night, that we seem to live only to pretend that we never existed in the first place- and when everything seems folly, the evidence only continues to mount. they say 'such is life' like they breath heavy and snigger, when phrases and quotes and metaphors and switches are flicking in the heads of every one of us. and then inevitable is continually denied, and the deniable in adamantly confirmed- and noone turns their head in the street because if they take their eyes off their goal for even a split second, all reality will shatter around their pointless, little steps.
i suppose what im trying to say, tracey, is- everything is going to be alright.
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the only thing lady luck gave me was an STI and a death wish.
I can't believe I've allowed a message like this to sit unrequited for a full 22 days. I just discovered it today, and I don't feel inspiring enough to write a worthy reply, but I couldn't stand to let it sit here alone for a single day longer.
Please forgive my absence.
I've sincerely missed you and your beautiful words. I am sorry to hear that the first attempt met such a sad end... still, it must have been beautiful.
For the most part, I fare well in the world. I have ups and downs. Mostly, I feel surrounded by the pressing demands of reality, but Neil Gaiman has rescued me recently, and I've begun to read a bit more and feel a bit better. I think my words are somewhere between those extremes. Mostly they are tired, like me. I need to find a balance between reality and meaning, and then I believe they can be set free.
How do you fare in the world? How are your words?
That is an incredibly interesting thought. My mind can't quite reach so high as to add to it. I believe I see the same thing... but there is always more. I think the truth is that everyone is deeply confused and those who are certain are still only guessing... but only few will confront the uncertainty.
Thank you for this message. I feel honored that you would write such beautiful words to me. I believe everything is going to be alright, too. <3
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What's your favorite phase of the moon?
How do you feel about rain?
Will you tell me your story?
thankyou for missing me. i suppose.
my world is fairly dire, of late.
i feel as is there are always walls that are moving inwards. like everything is terrible and inevitable at the same time, but noone else sees it.
i have lots of words for this.
so many beautiful words.
sometimes i wonder if i make a difference. i suppose all ive ever wanted is to share my sorrow. or maybe to solve it. i think thats what we all seek, really. answers, that is.
it strikes me as odd how there are so many questions. things are so simple yet noone wants to know. i often wonder whether ignorance truly is blissful. if so would i settle for stupidity? i say this with a heavy heart.
i feel as if my own hypocrisy is bearing down on me of late. i feel as if i can do nothing right. do you feel this? i suppose i should hope not.
sometimes i feel as if death is the only friend we have. the only thing that remains vigilant throughout our meandering.
but in the end, nothing can be fixed. everything remains vigilant, while we quiver in the dark.
such is life.
maybe ill see you soon.
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the only thing lady luck gave me was an STI and a death wish.
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No need to thank me for "Faves" or Watches; however, if you feel the need, please do so in my Shoutbox.
Thank you.
The rain is also lovely.
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This wasn't just terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.
Thank you so much for this comment; I'm sorry I'm so late in saying this. But I felt it should be said regardless.
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What's your favorite phase of the moon?
How do you feel about rain?
Will you tell me your story?
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This wasn't just terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.
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