Forgot what you know. Sometimes smells like home, smells like snow.
I wanted to be up there because I was just so fucking cold. Do you know how uncomfortably amazing it was? I'd not have paid any mind to be cradled there forever.
I secretly believed she woke simply because I willed her to.
All it took was a turn of the knob, and everything was there. Something handsome and eerie. Seems like thousands of days had not passed.
I realize my actions, past and future, my words and especially my ways are inscrutable. Someday, pull everything away and look at my face. Or the bruises and marks on my ego, my pride.
Re: slowsnowslowslowslow_absenceofgodJune 19 2008, 08:09:18 UTC
Well, about that:
I know what I want. I want to move past the thaw, past the warming. Through the dunes and hills and desolate flats. Already, I am beyond that and thirsting. My pace may be Arctic, but I[!!] am burning. Vesta, you scorch and blind and sear me!
Need:
Oasis, refuge.. SANCTUARY! To tread and feel the same earth as my greatest grandfather, my intrinsic ancestor.
Only the most magnificent of anthropologists [or adventurers (or, perhaps most importantly, dying men)] would know how it feels to drink after a lifetime in the desert. Oh, those waters...
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You're weird.
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occasionally smile.
as if it's going to be discovered late one night and make any sort of difference.
As if I were ever a mystery waiting to be solved.
As if I were ever worth something like that.
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Sometimes smells like home, smells like snow.
I wanted to be up there because I was just so fucking cold.
Do you know how uncomfortably amazing it was?
I'd not have paid any mind to be cradled there forever.
I secretly believed she woke simply because I willed her to.
All it took was a turn of the knob, and everything was there.
Something handsome and eerie.
Seems like thousands of days had not passed.
I realize my actions, past and future, my words and especially my ways are inscrutable.
Someday, pull everything away and look at my face.
Or the bruises and marks on my ego, my pride.
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But did I really think I could buy a way into that divine throne room?
How audacious!
Much more work, and
much
more
rain..
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I heard that you are glacial.
Delicate and devastating.
Frigid and prehistoric.
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I know what I want.
I want to move past the thaw, past the warming.
Through the dunes and hills and desolate flats.
Already, I am beyond that and thirsting.
My pace may be Arctic, but I[!!] am burning.
Vesta, you scorch and blind and sear me!
Need:
Oasis, refuge.. SANCTUARY!
To tread and feel the same earth as my greatest grandfather, my
intrinsic ancestor.
Only the most magnificent of anthropologists [or adventurers (or, perhaps most importantly, dying men)] would know how it feels to drink after a lifetime in the desert.
Oh, those waters...
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desire
&/or
pleasure
is
insidious.
Cancerous/cancer[us]
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