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oukisa
oukisa
16/F
sunlight hits the pillow, and the whole world shudders, a breathe gets caught and it fights to just exist a hand reaches out, warmth blooms all over the bedsheets, the sun rays begin their dance and the tears are absent shouts and efflorescence, a cacophonous impressionistic painting, heavy steps filled with grace one wrong turn and you fall fall, fall, fall, your legs betray you, blood begins to spill from the open wounds, it is true that a ton of feathers is just as heavy as a ton of bricks but a hand props itself, the ocean rises and waves hit the shore, fishermen hide their boats a storm is yet to begin and you fly, with your broken wings, and lilac bruises and a heart that refuses to surrender golden particles twirl high up to the sky, the clouds begin to part, and you as well will you disappear though as it starts pouring, everything falls into place, flowers need the downpour in order to survive yet sometimes it’s easier to fall asleep let the body hit the mattress, greatness is binding but the cosmos won’t stop existing without you so let your head clear, and disappear for a while.
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
to the flying boy:
oh tell me dear father how do you use your scythe so smoothly cutting and boning your foolish apostles. how do you lead your little addicts not overdosing but subtly killing. oh tell me dear mother painless death how can you be so sweet honey dripping ethereal paradise. how can you be so loving for your ****** up children with gouged eyes sleepwalking through their last judgment. oh tell me dear brother how different would it be when it's all over how blind you were going into a rabbit's hole. how hurt you were when you lost your voice screaming cacophonically into the dreadful void "i am alive, do not bury me yet!" oh tell me dear sister how lovely it could have been if you never got married if malicious goblin never came to our house. how tired you were with ****** eyes that once were golden with sliced wrists and broken nails. oh tell me please what did i do how yesterday i had too little money and now too little hours to fix everything. how did i end up white with all sad colours knocking into my mind why can't i be black reflecting the world.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
please, tell me