Romanticized war."Bye babe, I've got to go." As soon as Kiera had wiped away the streaming tear from her face I felt the immediate remorse of not doing it for her. After all, it was my fault her mascara was running. Yet I knew that it was something she had not become accustomed to, and would need to before I could come back to her petite figure and delicate arms.Romanticized war.
I convinced myself 13 months previously that she was used to it, with her father being gone and all. I never asked what the perks of being an army brat were, but I'm fairly convinced that watching the ones that you love walk away and not knowing if you'll ever see them again isn't one o
Unspoken truthsAn outpouring of unspoken truths between us lie.Unspoken truths
Born not of each other, only of myself, divided yet collected on the ground where at last they have chosen to give me rest.
Aye, it is true that these truths are not the only creation to have recently claimed success on escape from my mind -
but more apparent and brilliant than my common sense, perhaps, which has been found a detriment to my quivering lips unsure of where to both begin, and ultimately, end when I speak of you.
If it is ultimately the truth that sets us free, then I shall pray that these unspoken should find their way to you i
ThiefA thief has found me bare in the night I am bound from peace of sleep In a haze I seek defense or flight A fetal position as I await the storm.Thief
I am so small, and the threat is so great Subjected to any desire or wish. Mine own and only is to disappear From where I falsely solaced in my nakedness.
As terror sets in, I contract to stone A rigid statue once muscle and bone If only I could slumber once more But this dream will not from me depart
Whirlwinds scream on mute Pins and needles fray my nerves Time has slowed, merging forever -
Hello.
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Beautifully grotesque, m'dear.
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Progress is not made by the early riser. It is made by the lazy man who strives to find an easier way of doing something.
i like your stuff a lot!
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and the lobsters in wheelchairs.
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belated welcome to devart.
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