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by Nicolas Jaud

“Rising Hope” Homer, Alaska

tell me about the end of the world, tell me how it will feel familiar because beginnings and endings are mis-matched twins trapped, pinned close together on a non-linear line. tell me about ash like snow, and blank paper. ask me if i am afraid ask me if i am in love and let me lie in the sideways slip, of my lips against yours (one of the answers is yes) and, in the end, you will always love the ancient curved mysteries of the sky more than the familiar tilt of my smile. but in the end i’m a liar and in the end that won’t be true at all. in the end you’ll choose me, and forget what it means to be a hero. let me tell you about the end of the world how it’s a hello, a handshake, a i’ve-seen-you-here-before. how it isn’t at all like you promised how it is the end of the world, the curtain-call finale and they forgot to tell everyone but us.

and it’s not an elegy if you both survive (episode 202) // j.a.s (via gingerlattes)

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