I donāt mean to be Frank, but my language is slipping.
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I donāt mean to be Frank, but my language is slipping.
āYou called a god, and the god answered.ā
āWas it ever real: the way we felt about another person? Or was it always a projection of something we needed or wanted regardless of them?ā
āBecause if she could just erase her past, then she could write herself into whoever she wanted to be in the present. Student. Scholar. Soldier. Anything except who she used to be.ā
Ready to be silly again
āSince arriving in Sinegard, sheād come to learn what it was like to be presumed stupid because of the shade of her skin. It ranked her. She wondered if Altan suffered the same.ā
Iād wish to occupy your thoughts so heavily, as you consume mine
My body as well as my heart is overcome with a choking grief that swells all over my mind
āEating, loves natural, bloody conclusion that can never, ever be indulged, because then the thing you love is destroyed.ā
āYou can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite.ā
āThere is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles.ā
āThe box is only temporaryā ( Line 36) -Sylvia Plath, Arrival of the Bee Box
Iād always preached that being alone was okay, and I still think.
If I were to explain it religiously, it feels as if Iām being punished for every sin Iāve ever committed.
Itās devastating to recognize this feeling, when you canāt even recognize yourself.
If you shake me like an eight ball, Iāll cry when I have to grant you a wish.
The days are long, but the longing is longer.