NOW PLAYING: GYPSY LADY AFTER STOCHINALYA
Fifty feisty crumbling stars fall apart and we all rush in to take a little bit of the million tiny pieces…
The surrealism of dreams sometimes seeps into your waking hours; the fogged glass veils that hold you safe in their realm. You sink in and wake and sink again. A refuge.
Happiness.
A ride on that rusty swing that yo-yoed you for ten very short and erased years is now falling apart, so you went and kissed it good-bye. It didn’t feel bad-it felt great- the delicate, crumbling feel against your lips. And all the sorrow cramped in and vanished as the little hands touched yours- in curiosity, in comfort. The smiles are still so true on their tiny faces. Polished with the ease of the indifferent. The pigtails float all around you in rhythm with the squeaky sneakers. They make you think of the vacuum that so many years of dislike has left. Denied a frown, all you are left with is a quiet emptiness.
Peace.
The surrealism of dreams sometimes seeps into your waking hours; the fogged glass veils that hold you safe in their realm. You sink in and wake and sink again. A refuge.
Happiness.
A ride on that rusty swing that yo-yoed you for ten very short and erased years is now falling apart, so you went and kissed it good-bye. It didn’t feel bad-it felt great- the delicate, crumbling feel against your lips. And all the sorrow cramped in and vanished as the little hands touched yours- in curiosity, in comfort. The smiles are still so true on their tiny faces. Polished with the ease of the indifferent. The pigtails float all around you in rhythm with the squeaky sneakers. They make you think of the vacuum that so many years of dislike has left. Denied a frown, all you are left with is a quiet emptiness.
Peace.
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posted by De.vile at 8:56 PM
7 Comments:
**Denied a frown, all you are left with is a quiet emptiness.
love that!
Keshi.
aren't they twins,desolation and happiness.emptiness and peace.mania and depression.godddamn dualism.I like you so damn much.
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swing low sweet chariot...coming home to carry me home....
Keshi:
Love you too.
Ashes:
Maybe its got something to do with the yin-yang thing, the blacks and whites. The whites without which there is no blue and no white either.
Zofo:
Home, that was an idea, wonder how you figured that.
Oh and anonymous, the one thats on ashes page is much better than mine.
Where did you find it? Interesting read »
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