#thoughts without timing

[rhirily]

My existence is scarcely more than a shrine to those whom I hold dear.

Each day I live is an act of worship to everyone and everything that I love.

21/06/26

Shrine.

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

Time is not cheap.

There are great standards to be met,

Lofty expectations held before all

To be deemed worthy of it,

Standards most scarcely rise to see.

Yet over and over, I find

That I want nothing more than to,

With you,

Waste my time.

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

I wish so bitterly that I could be your everything, as you are everything to me.

- The Pinnacle of Selfish Desire

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

Claw marks and scratches across your flesh

Written with my hand's appendages

In a language you can't quite translate

A foreign tongue, but with such familiar

Spacing, similar punctuation, as though

The only difference were dialect

A regional variation between your fingers and mine

Skin samples under my nails, the word is

Clear to me;

Love.

So close, but so far, fron the translation

You derive, the dialect difference an

Unpredictable divide;

Hate.

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

Originality is not found in hatred of sameness, but in love of difference.

- You Fear That Which You Are

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

No more than a metre between us, Yet we stand stars apart.

- The Distance of Galaxies

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₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

I'll plant all the worries your secrecy carries, A bittersweet harvest, Blood red strawberries.

- nibble from "Seeds of Worry" by me

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎

[rhirily]

I bear the soul of an ancient devotee in an age where the term “casual-intimacy" is sensical.

21/06/26

Devotee.

₍ₜₕₒᵤ₉ₕₜₛ ᵥᵥᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₜᵢₘᵢₙ₉₎