a fragment:
i love it when someone's poetic honesty just slips out in a moment of awe.
especially as i find myself more often filled with fear. odd times, odd reasons. these times. it is not because of strength that i might feel myself an island. if i did, it would be out of loneliness, fear, a feeling of freakishness, silence.
the long and invisible fingers of a regime i detest have gripped my heart in ice from afar, the rock to their own fanatical hard place.
this isn't what i see when i walk down the street, and still... perhaps it stems from a childhood curiosity: i always had to move big objects, pick up rocks, etc. just to see what may be hiding in the dark and muck beneath.
i love it when someone's poetic honesty just slips out in a moment of awe.
especially as i find myself more often filled with fear. odd times, odd reasons. these times. it is not because of strength that i might feel myself an island. if i did, it would be out of loneliness, fear, a feeling of freakishness, silence.
the long and invisible fingers of a regime i detest have gripped my heart in ice from afar, the rock to their own fanatical hard place.
this isn't what i see when i walk down the street, and still... perhaps it stems from a childhood curiosity: i always had to move big objects, pick up rocks, etc. just to see what may be hiding in the dark and muck beneath.

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silencia:
That's it. I'm calling you Favorite. I mean, can I? Seriously, you need to stop being awesome. Seriously 

lyxzen:
<3