Wading knee-deep through the past
feeling the muddy bottom with my toes,
the hills and holes and oh god what was that?

The water may be shallow,
but it is deep enough to drown myself in
and murky enough to hide what lies at the bottom.

I could rest, languid
listening to the babbling of the past
pouring over itself
playing you and I
on repeat
indefinitely.

the absolute language
a song  so foreign yet
            so familiar
echoes in my ears
slips through my veins
through my veins.
a passageway to my soul
no longer restricted.
     the chorus doesn't hesitate
to be sung.
      like a lady serenaded by her darling,
               i give my full attention.
this is my lifeline.
           i, like the marble
w
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    d
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  g
d
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    n
the funnel,
inspired by the song of life.
the absolute language that is
all-encompassing.
     it commenced on the very
first day and will never freeze over.
once i have realized the beauty
   and the harmony of the song
  i will not sleep until my eyes
go bloodshot.
  for through any trials,
  with the song in my soul,
i will survive.

our society
consists of marbles
rolling, winding, falling down
the easiest route in life.
we are rivers,
flowing and free to choose
the path of least resistance
and keep on going.
but sometimes,
the easy way out is not the
right way
to live.

The proof is laying next to me in the morning but
I still find myself wondering
If September 2nd ever existed at all

Hopeless, yeah.
A little useless
and destructive

but ****, it made me happy.

I think trees.
they are stable yet they break, and with that, they ****.
they will hold up a building//\
until a strong wind comes and pushes its stability. the stable ground it relied on.

I think sky.
strong, stubborn, constant.
yet so often it cracks.
have you heard a thunderstorm?
felt the vibration in your bones.
have you seen the lightning?
sometimes it gets to be too much.
to absorb all the hopes of naive girls
wishing away loneliness.
sometimes the scissors make an appearance.
huge ****** light streaks across the vastness
bringing with each strike relief

je pense à l'amour.
mais c'est le moins permanente de tous.

everything i rely on is a falsity. every stableness is a lie.

i can sit at the level of the tree tops
but don't let me get any higher
that is where i'll fall.

we feel everything
the most bitter
to the sweetest
take it with my
medicine that i
won't take.

should not could not
turn off the light
turn on the lava lamp
make my world pink
continue to feel everything darling
because we are nothing without
our passion
nothing without our hungry eyes
our starving lips

oh my god i really…
really what, my dear?
want to jump into a pile of
snow to simmer down?
cold shower? or just a pair of hands upon your head

i will pull your hair. i will soothe you.