the heady ache
The heady decent, the hurt. The weighing of my chest, and the searching for learch. My heart is once more in a leaden state.
i wander these words and wonder the lust of being read. Oh, woe is the me. If my tears would only reach the atmosphere;;; such rains would fall. A foot upon my chest, pressing there like a prison gaurd's boot. Sleepy. An appointment arriving in moments. Why can i not cry? Sleep. Savor. Surrender, sink deep. The gray of the skies is bright to my eyes. And such is the heady ache, so dull and gripping on my rounded top. Ah. hA. Under. Below. I sink into this faint morn.
∞ iTWiTiS = 下
i wander these words and wonder the lust of being read. Oh, woe is the me. If my tears would only reach the atmosphere;;; such rains would fall. A foot upon my chest, pressing there like a prison gaurd's boot. Sleepy. An appointment arriving in moments. Why can i not cry? Sleep. Savor. Surrender, sink deep. The gray of the skies is bright to my eyes. And such is the heady ache, so dull and gripping on my rounded top. Ah. hA. Under. Below. I sink into this faint morn.
∞ iTWiTiS = 下
posted by iTWiTiS | 10:28:00 AM
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Let my fair lashes leap the firmament to where you are and brush away those tears, that ache, sweep clouds from the sun, and dust from the air.
Or if need be, I'll turn the handle, just a little twist and release, for the relief of a good cry.
And I apologimize if I'm crossing the too personal threshold; you see, it's been so long since someone's writing has poked me in the heart and wrenched tears from my locked away places. You are speaking to something deep inside me, and it is trying to answer. Please don't ever fade.
dearest phoenix,
i must confess. your responses are ... shit. the phone.
i must confess. your responses are ... shit. the phone. that made me laugh! such a response.
yes, i'm glad you understand, dearest echoegami. are you as an oragami'd echo? a folded feather of leaping sound? to hold such a bouncing crane - flight of folds, repeat of song, cries bouncing 'gainst mountain sides... ah. the lilt of wonder.
a lass.
no one seems able to unfold this riddle, this enigma, though she stands before you plain.
plain as looking through the glass.
plain as a reflection in still water.
oh, yeah sweet pants, what does iTWiTiS stand for, eh? eh?!?
itiswhatitis?
itwithis?
itswitisit?
no, wait, i've got it!
i twit is!
tee hee...
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