SleepyMaggie

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I've cleaned up my dev art gallery of all the images I didnt really like..

Edited some old photographs and revived their meagre existence...

Been listening to the new Opeth album alot...

Trying to spend as much time as I can with my bundle of testosterone for I cant deem anything even mildly more important as he brightens up every aching minute of my day...

Reading a book called Venus in Furs about a mans masochistic tendencies..

Downloaded a whole bunch of Quentin Tarrantino movies but most of them turned out to be German or Spanish. O_o Motherfucking e-Donkey..

Rather bleh that my best friends are leaving town again and another is moving away forever...
Things will be far too quiet after the storm.

Happy NY people!..

K.

I thought I could save you
By save I mean stop you
By stop I mean trap you
In a firefly jar


But I know every escape route, the way they twist
And evade you
It's in the mess that I made, too
A black vein of ink
On the floor
The stain spread fast
Between the tiles

I dropped and watched it for awhile
Like a river
From an airplane window
I could see you waving at me
In the sky


I thought I could change you
By change I mean break you
By break I mean ground you
But you were lost
When I found you

It's quiet now, serene, calm. There had been such ominous storm clouds, portents of come crashing down. They always ignored the weathermen, wouldn't believe their eyes, or maybe they were closed dreaming things that were not but would have been beautiful.

The storm came on fast, chased by a thousand wailing voices of the past. Sometimes it's never enough. I don't believe it's ever enough for her. She danced in the pounding rain till her skin was pink and battered and bruised and recalled her words of "I only like the rain because you can't see the saline" and found it incredibly odd that she did not cry now. She left him behind somewhere, to run away, to do whatever he wished.

It didn't matter anymore.

The storm cleared, leaving the atmosphere cleansed and the beauty drowned in clarity.

It was over. It had been glorious, for her in any case, but she didn't miss it terribly. She'll wait for it to return though, should it ever find a fleeting insanity hidden beneath the cover of a cloud. She does so love the rainy weather.

And now the air is riddled by the laughter of two conflicted dreamers in the early morning chill and heavy fog layering the paved walkways. The grass shone with a sickly green distorted by a pallid moon and drunken stars.

She always wished she could touch them, she always hoped that one day she'd learn, remember how to fly. She always wondered why she believed that these loves could teach her.

It didn't matter to her today and for a few hours...she recalled what it was like to soar.

Sadly, conjured wings rarely last long.


xxx