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*the sky is a warm blanket, yet we are inconsolable. wrapped and untouchable, cloaked in isolation desolation; this is not about crying anymore. this is not about blood. this is about ragged breaths, open pores, mudstains. muddied legs wrapped up in pink and white and flowered sheets. this is about needing more. this is about the hopelessness of the search, despite and because of the ceaselessness of the fight. We will not be falling down anymore, though our limbs turn jelly: this is about iron spines. This isn't about eyes. This isn't about weakness. This is about outshining the sun, about the unflinching-- not wincing in the face of the truth. This is not about invincibility: this is about invulnerability.*
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
invalesco
*the sky is a warm blanket, yet we are inconsolable. wrapped and untouchable, cloaked in isolation desolation; this is not about crying anymore. this is not about blood. this is about ragged breaths, open pores, mudstains. muddied legs wrapped up in pink and white and flowered sheets. this is about needing more. this is about the hopelessness of the search, despite and because of the ceaselessness of the fight. We will not be falling down anymore, though our limbs turn jelly: this is about iron spines. This isn't about eyes. This isn't about weakness. This is about outshining the sun, about the unflinching-- not wincing in the face of the truth. This is not about invincibility: this is about invulnerability.*
09/28/14 1:02 PM I published this elsewhere before but i'm just putting it here for posterity's sake invalesco (Lat.) - to gather strength, become stronger
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
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