#handspoken.

[hmnlv]

        you remember it as vividly as you ever will.    /    the wind in your hair    /    that sense of   freedom    /    that sense of   control    /    even if it was only for a   short while.    /    you thought that,   at that moment,    /    wings would burst from your back, and    /    you would fly.    /    how some times,    /    you wish you had hit the ground    /    a little harder,   because    /    you still have dreams of flying.    /    you still admire the sun.

                *it’s not so bad.                  *dying.                  *the   thoughts   of dying,   however.                  *that’s the   scariest   part. 

          ( @handspoken liked !

[purifyr]

        in a world of monsters and men   /   what say you,   purifier ?   /   is your skin pallid   /   smooth   /   warm to the touch ?   /   or,   is it scaly   /   slithering,   as   /   coarse as a crocodile’s ?   /   are your teeth straight   /   ivory,   and   /   not suited to kill ?   /   or,   are they crook’d   /   sharp,   and   /   deep in sacred flesh ?   /   do your eyes come in two and   /   a natural pigment ?   /   or,   are they many o’ clustered and   /   unnaturally discoloured ?   /   what say you,   purifier ? 

        he who wallows alone   /   divine in the way he suffers   /   alone.      “  i don’t care.  ”      comes from lips   /   pouted and   /   pale.     in hopes to cast silence down ‘pon them both   /   like the heaviest of rains   /   downpour.  for words spilled from other   /   malformed and   /   melting,   and   /   the batter only sought out peace,   for   /   he had nothing to offer this conversation.     he was not an   /   opinionated man   /   naturally   /   unfortunately,   but   /   instead   /   this husk of a man once   /   made of sparkling silver.       ( @handspoken liked.