

questionwhat happens to our butterflies their fragile wings, silloughettes in sunrises, silver rain, great beginnings, the sad ends of cicadas?question
where do you disappear to when the rain stops, overbearing, when silence isnt golden: it's my horror show i cant look away from long enough to notice you are- what happens to eyes that dont open lies that arent spoken in a language understood to innocence, or childhood; you'd say its gone.
and i have yet to come up with comebacks, to write on backs of tiny notes, covers of light green notebooks, over


and they think theyve got itthere is something extremely terrifying in going overseas for Christmas break, and leaving you here. like the way parents are happy and how they say "it would be good for you." like typing, pondering, humming along to a tune heard only in their head as they happily plan a trip. like wondering, wide eyed, about what will happen when im gone, how they will change things when before i get back, and talking behind your back with everyone they know. like trying to figure out, pretending to have an answer, a clue, about something they've never felt, and will run from if they see it coming. like therapy.and they think theyve got it


faith and highwaysi dont have anything other than faith anymore.faith and highways
there are stars overlooking the highway on the cross-section, just out of reach concealed behind the fog and smoke of the city, and there is something extremely nostalgic about the way the fern-bushes sprout red berries in the fall.
i know with all my heart that there are stars, and sometimes confusing them with planes isn't too bad- both give me hope.
i remember last november, with early snow and subtle hints, late responses, and the ability to rhyme without guilt: seeing your smile
tonight, i am gathering my thoughts and overlooki


this isnt a deviationand i know she thinks it best when she grabs me by my hair and pulls and shoves and scratchesthis isnt a deviation
barely does she raise her voice
at my little sister, as she flinches away from impending disaster.
i could see the hate in her eyes. feel the anger on my chest and her claws against my arm
but she knows its for the best
rarely does she look inside to see the pain is enough already: my time runs out and yours begins.
i drown the horizon the city skyline is nothing like glitter and the beach to the right-
i wish i w
--
Outside day starts to dawn
(Your moon still floats on high)
The birds awake
(The stars shine too)
My hands still shake
(I reach for you)
And we meet in the sky
--
...vampyyri...
I'm not asking for much. All I want is your soul...
joined together
bound forever
deeper
stronger
nothing can tear us apart in this world
--
Outside day starts to dawn
(Your moon still floats on high)
The birds awake
(The stars shine too)
My hands still shake
(I reach for you)
And we meet in the sky
--
Outside day starts to dawn
(Your moon still floats on high)
The birds awake
(The stars shine too)
My hands still shake
(I reach for you)
And we meet in the sky
--
Outside day starts to dawn
(Your moon still floats on high)
The birds awake
(The stars shine too)
My hands still shake
(I reach for you)
And we meet in the sky
--
*waves* Hello.
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