#absque

[the-supremeverse]

daily silly part 3

absque, antivirus, berserk, doc aleph, paradox

and the words

deal, analysis, smash, sinister, grandeur

(bill is based on bill sans, alph-ock by @sami32e, paradox by @jaumj)

have a great day! and reblog!

[terraaurea]

The Path out of Hell

There are no flames that could raise ever the higher than the fear of being far from your roots, and though you may be wondering why the bubbling trinkets of the thumping of your heart as you run grows ever the faster, you may find that perhaps it was never much further from the pace it finds most comfortable, but now as you swallow deeply and feel the thick ball of air fall down your throat you  figure that you had just been unable to feel  it before, and only at this moment are you able to recognize what you should have comprehended long ago; that rush of futileness that was absent as you felt yourself invincible, immortal, without fault, folly, or "damnum absque injuria".  You see now that you'll never be as shielded nor as protected as you once believed while sheltered in your mind's utopia that only  one such as yourself could see and hear while the steady rhythm of your tender eye movements and nonchalant breaths kept your circadian symbiosis at its most pleasurable state. A single snap of the muses fingers may easily awaken you from your slumber, and you feel as though you may never return to it nor shall  you want to. You loathe even the slightest mention of that thought and with a shift in your seat you slam those intentions into the deepest corner of your cranial cavities (being there's  only one to be shoved into) to keep the simplicity you desire so deeply intact, though tactfulness is not your strong suit if  you find the problems of life easily incinerated from your  mind's depths. You don't want things to change for the sake of those things you've come to cognate on a daily basis as well as  the redundant actions that you hold most dear.  So as the indolence in your soul becomes ever the greater in your attempts at regaining a sense of familiarity you find that what you've believed in the past is not to be forgotten nor locked away. You've found one thing to release the beast that shadows your need for the common and similar, and you'll always keep that fact close to your center as well as near to those you love, which would be that:  The key out of hell lies  where your most precious memories reside,  no matter how distant they may be.

-Me