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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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Art is what you can get away with.
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boats of thought
The fascinating thing about it, is how the smallest things become amazing. Things that you miss when you walk down the street, surrounded by people. Things that are taken for granted as time passes, and routine sets in like a fog, like fingers set before your eyes, and you're forced to guess how it had once felt. How it felt, to feel hot breath on your bare skin, fully conscious that his lips, though cracked and dry, are soft and close by. To not be able to see, but feel his presence from the electric dancing on your skin. To feel a single fingertip's touch, and have all the tension within you release, to lose yourself to a nail, a hair, a hand. It is like looking through a glass, seeing only the mole on his lip, the brown in his eyes, or the wrinkle on his cheek. Every bit of mundane, simple, ordinary bit of person, amazing. The fascinating thing about it is that it turns you back to a child, experiencing something new, yet something familiar. Immersing into pools and puddles, smiles that burst your heart open, and rip you from the inside to absorb, and allow yourself to be. Completely Enthralled. To find such things. Fascinating. |