statisticslife drifts like sand in lonely deserts, but there never is a beginning or an end, only birth and death.statistics
but i sit here wondering why, reflecting on my own impermanence, watching bullets slow down, time freeze, and statistics suddenly cease.
sepiathe dandelion clock spins slowly, gracefully, its seeds reminding me of the future.sepia
my soul was carried off upon one of its seeds
and planted somewhere unnameable.
i found myself crawling through the frame of a
grayscale photograph, watching as sepia memories slowly faded off into an outside world, unnoticed, wrinkled... sepia.
please don't paint me, my black-and-white world is all i need.
Eternal SlumberEternal SlumberEternal Slumber
As I lie in my bed at night And stare at the door I know he is outside Waiting for me
I am gripped with fear I cannot leave my room Until daylight breaks
I am so tired But I am afraid to sleep For if the candle next to my bed burns out He will come in
I can't resist As I close my eyes I let sleep overcome me Although I know I will never wake
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♥
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I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.
Kurt Vonnegut
your photography.
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I just need to start a flame in your heart
Then I needn't set the world 'ablaze
your poetry is amazing, and
very wise. i look forward to
reading even more.
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I just need to start a flame in your heart
Then I needn't set the world 'ablaze
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