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even flow
just let it boil over
feast, think about it tomorrow,
wander, rover
laze about and see the air,
wind on the sky, go with it but do not sprint,
to live is to love long, not some burning affair,
you have years to reach the horizon, so stop squinting
at the future, you'll get there later
do not rush, do not fear
calm the heart, love you'll throw up
everything you ate,
nothing is as bad as it seems to you,
just let it boil over
feast, think about it tomorrow,
wander, rover
laze about and see the air,
wind on the sky, go with it but do not sprint,
to live is to love long, not some burning affair,
you have years to reach the horizon, so stop squinting
at the future, you'll get there later
do not rush, do not fear
calm the heart, love you'll throw up
everything you ate,
nothing is as bad as it seems to you,
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
Apocalypse
The child curled up, tightening her grip on the checkered blue and white quilt. She shifted; eyes closed so tightly the wrinkles stood out at the corners. She ground her teeth and shivered in what should have been an innocent child-like sleeps. “Mommy!” She cried softly, unwaking from tortured slumber.
The young boy huddled in the corner of his room, whites of his eyes glowing with fear. His teeth chattered and his face was twisted into an awful grimace. His fingernails dug deep into his arms, stopping just short of drawing blood, and he shook back and forth violently. Nonsensical muttering spewed from his mouth.
The girl tos
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