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FearIt is hard to run from a fear that is always finding a way to stop right in front of you
Even if face to face with that fear. The courage to move, to speak; it dwindles within the darkness that seeps through my walls
The thought of being left alone and only to find that you've left me for a different dream
My heart does not break, but crack slowly and the only thing I have left is silence
There are no words to say... I too am afraid to lose you more with words
I am left with silence, only to hope that you will find me again... To define me as that wonderful dream beyond the sky and clouds
Fear will chase me... Fear will block my path... For fear is all around me
I am left shrouded in this skin of loneliness . I only wish that soon you will see that I want to be the only one chosen above all else.. I want to be that dream.
Prologue to my Untitled NovelPrologue:
The land has a never ending cycle of blizzards and ice storms, just as if the land itself was enclosed in a snow globe. The world was as if it had been shaken whenever the Catori of Soyala (The spirit of the winter solstice) wants to tip it upside down and put it up right whenever the high spirits get involved. What justifies a snow globe is that the snow would fall gracefully and calmly to the ground; eventually the snow will stop. The snow would just lay flat on the ground until a hand picks up the snow globe and initiate the action again. Within this shaken up land, the snow would not merely stop for any second just to lay flat on the ground. The high spirits kept the winter seasons going and there was no such thing as complete spring unless it was in the Forest of Izula. There was twelve complete months of pure winter. What would be considered the spring outside of the forest consisted of less than a month of still weather; there were fewer blizzards and ice storms.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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