sinag blasko

*⁠。manunulat ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

[heavensghost]

but I knew how to dress it up

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some people own me.

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our memory lives on my pages.

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we constantly go to wars—as knights or as slodiers.

- written years ago during pandemic

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isn't now the time to be brave?

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For there were hopes that were hoped sincerely🪻.

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For there were hopes that were hoped sincerely🪻.

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Your heart speaks as well.

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A little warrior.

[bouncinghedgehoghasattitude]

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our memory lives on my pages.

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the way he writes his thoughts.

how he thinks. how he does things. how he sees the world. who he is.

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when i look at the stars and the moon, when i wonder how immensely vast the universe is, when i notice how freely the clouds are forming themselves in the infinite sky, when i see the leaves on trees are blooming and falling at the same time, or how the sun is pouring its light in to the landscape. i am enthralled of how life is happening all at once, and how impressive it is to witness the world just as lovely and as beautiful as it is in every moment

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Astronomy

Someday we'll be in different places, far from where we used to be. We'll be in different eras of ourselves, sitting in different corners, taking photographs of the sky, of the streetlamp, of people walking, of our feet anywhere whenever we feel doing so. We'll listen to a different playlist from the phonograph, talk to strangers, write about things we've told we'll never do. Spend our days in ways we have never tried, create memories our senses couldn't recognize. We'll observe and notice and document the world around us, a lot, like we have never did.

We talk about spaces, and cosmos, and astronomy and one day we'll be one of them.

One day the world will never be the same for the both of us. Our human hearts will change, who we are, what we do, who we love.

There will be that span of time when it feels like we are standing in two different points in the universe. When we couldn't reminisce the story the very same way as it was. Suddenly, you are unknown to me, and so as I to you.

And it's all fine.

For things never remain as it is. Moments are meant to be memories, and memories are meant to be forgotten or remembered. And either of the two you will do, it's for me that I choose to remember.

sinagblasko. May 22, 2022

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You're weird, you say. 🍃

sinagblasko.