I happened upon my Livejournal for the first time in perhaps three years ( Read more... )

I continue to have the most upsetting dreams about you. The most recent of which continues to skip, as if on repeat, circling like a predator in the negative space of my mind.
It's been two months and seventeen days, and why won't you leave me alone? Why won't you leave?
Why must you say the things you do in dreams?
"I wanted to say it!," I screamed ( Read more... )

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It is at this hour that she wonders if he's given up grooming. Has he become tinged with a desert tawny. Is there truth to lull him to sleep, she muses. What does he dream of now, if not a distant fire land. Does the climate begrudge him the taste of a passing thought. What has become of this mirage.
Then again, fallacy can quench a desperate

Every scent, every color, every toothy smile carries with it a stone, a secret smooth with the wear of time.

yet
again
stricken
by
remnants
caught
thrashing
shapes
and
shades
devilish
silhouettes
are
not
welcome
make
them
still
darling.

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