#callmeaether

[aetherwritesthings]

Yak Yak

In what measure do i not exist, am i not physically there? Does my kind choose not to see me, eyeing through me like a veil of shadowy fog.

My memories wear thin when i’m still just a bud, haven’t opened up, haven’t finished what was started. And half of it, i have already forgotten, frail human body, frail brain, frail relationships, the irony of it all.

Superficial problems, why would anyone care about loneliness, coldness of heart, ice enveloped thoughts, pain, oh pain.

Sent through the portal here, to forget, still remembering the starting beacon, forgetting the road back. A failure of a creation, or just unique?

Weird? What does weird mean to you?

Simple? Normal? What about now?

Easy to understand topics, easy to read formulas. Are you satisfied with that? Why would a weird formula disgust you, drive you away. When the simply evil one should, yet you accept it because you understand it. Why is weird, weird to you?

The test sheet is given out at the start, but nobody will grade you on it, only yourself.

Do you think at all?

About what?

She wants to learn about everything, even if it will be hard on her, when she forgets, she sometimes has glimpses of past events and words, and she slowly remembers bits and parts and tries to shape the nothingness around them.

So tell us, tell us your story.

“Yaks are my definition of love.”

26th December 2016

Aether

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Personalities breakdown pt1

Hi. -Hey. So, we meet again. -It seems like it. What have you been up to? -Me? Me. -Well, I think. I fell quite hard this time. -Notoriously. Splendidly with a crash sound effect. -I feel my cheeks warm up. The unexpected need to cover them and your eyes? -Weird high pitched sounds i'm trying to suppress. Rolling around, face hidden in palms? -Thinking of peachy colours and sweet smells. What is this? -What indeed. It's new. -As you. As me? -As me. What do i do? -That's easy. Go with it? -Go for it. Swim? -Fly. What about the fish? -If it flies, watch. What if it swims? -What if it fries? Eat it? -No, fool, it's toxic. Fishes are toxic to me? -They are to cats. Cats? -You.

10 October 2016 ~ Aether

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Black Holes

How do i explain

How do i claim back lost memories

Things i no longer recall

I think i’ve felt this way once before

The same sensations, i was seeing through a same coloured frame

Deep underwater, uneven breathing

You’d caught me by the hand

And ran

I don’t remember any time passed with you

I wonder why

I’m blacking out more often lately

Has it really been that long?

12 September 2016

Aether

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Drunken sober

Still in a spinning

How do feel ?

White seeing purple peaches

Excuse worthwhile signature word

Black&Gold whirl pull

Save sober could never be this drunk Floppy destruction

6 September 2016 ~Aether.

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Dreams, questions and something quite red

I must say, i was a bit taken aback.  I never thought i’d dream of you so quickly. I don’t like guessing about what others are thinking but i could bet i wasn’t in any of the thoughts you had after the meteor hit.

I came to visit you, you were working at a pastry shop,  I had something i’d been meaning to tell you, you knew, you told me to keep it for later and asked me if i even knew what kind of work you did.  I was just a tad confused about what you meant by that.  It felt like you were asking me if i even knew you at all - i didn’t and that’s why i was there.  You toured me around the shop, getting overexcited over a certain piece of chocolate cake, which ended with it falling flat in your left hand, just as it was a few millimeters from the floor.  You went to the counter, chose a knife and sliced the piece offering me half of it.  Still slightly confused i took the piece and you motioned us towards a small table next to the large window.  We sat down and i looked outside for some time while you started munching your piece of cake.  I vaguely realized it but while i was thinking about what you said i absentmindedly whispered “ You, you are an artist, you leave your marks on paper and express your spirit on breathing canvases. But most of all, you are a dancer, you let music carry your soul and earthly body.” I turned to you, still not realizing I was thinking out loud and said “ I love looking at people dance when they think they are alone “.  You didn’t look up from your plate but you smiled, like you knew something i didn’t yet.

How can you not exist when someone that’s not yourself always looks at you? I’m trying to point out exactly what you are in terms of symbolism since i rarely get you in dreams. Black and red cobra that slithers away in the dead of the night quietly but doesn’t do any harm.

16 August 2016 Aether

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Inward monologues and the newly brewed fire

It’s peaceful in liquid form.  The quiet, the silence, the blue, the floating

Static 

         Electric

                      Currents.

Adaptability in alien waters             120% Metamorphosis chance                 35-67% Evolution possibility                       83-149%

Flow as the lonely stream does.

Drowning? Is it bad? Expression? Of what?

The sea does not liberate as it used to. A red fire grew in me and it drives me further away from my natural instincts. Salty wet confinements, take me deeper                                                                 deeper                                                                            deeper                                                                                          Drown upwards 

7 August 2016 Aether

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The adoption

They probably haven't missed me yet. Though i don't think about them, i kept forgetting the division of the sun's solemn look at midday.

In the end the strays had adopted me, but i was still without family they hugged me, but i was still without warmth they told me to fly, but my wings had been cut long ago they called me, but it was a false name they used

truthfully exposed to all the elements, i was still in flesh. Closed wounds, rough exterior, forehead battlegrounds. Lots to show how it was, none visible to the naked eye.

They still wander around empty streets on nights with no moon, calling false names.  The one who listens is the truly lost one. To be responding to pats on the crown of my conscience would seem abnormal under several circumstances, but the cat's purr never ceased to counter the silence that fell after them.  The strays don't seem to have noticed my existing sympathy for them.

Trying vaguely to approach destined paths, never giving second chances, hardly sparing any glances. But they are still so far away, and i have always been the only stray.

19 March 2016 Aether

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Ethereal Rivarly

MGHT just be the curious nature inside of me. MIGHT EVen be the fact that your presence feels oddly like my own incoherent apprehension of HOME. MAY ALSO be my overworked malfunctioning neurons.

I DISLIKE the word “but”, yet it keeps trying to leap into the wet mess of poorly thought out words and out my usually heavily guarded lips.

TRIED TO RECALL conversations she had with others before, but always end up at crossroads leading to long forgotten muddy swamps of sealed away sentiments.

IT’D be unfair to let you have all the fun. Some things you have to uncover yourself. You should be able to tell, i can’t offer life.

I was suuposed to have 1, no 2, no..  3 names, Lux, Aurum, Aemulus. They robbed me of the last one, right out the womb. Lost my antagonist long ago.

MAYBE it was only that which saved him of yet another eminent confusion.

HAVING NO FAMILY name rarely bothered her since a “family” was in a sense, as well, missing.

HOME . FAMILY . FRIENDS UNKNOWN TERRACES to walk upon.  There was a peculiar, slightly unnatural tendency to collide with wooden reconstructions of wishful realities.

HER FAVOURITE WORD thus far was “SORRY”.  I struggle to cure her, to eradicate this bad habit of hers.  She won’t listen.  She weeps and cries at nights with no moon and I, unable to move, watch her reflection on the surface of the dark, vertical lake in front of her.

Study me if you’d like, as I study you. Slowly, Carefully, Silently.

OBSERVATIONS ARE BEING MADE WITH EACH NEW MOVEMENT. SCRUTINY MADE US WHAT WE ARE.

I want to know your real name. I want you to realise it and yell it out loud on the hilltop. I want to meet my destined rival. Even if it’s only once, even if it is to kill me.

2 January 2016

Aether