suspension, theart of the waitlyricalsuspension, theart of the wait
I call your name by night And watch the stars fly by Worlds blur into
Streams of celestial light.
hopeful
I walk dull streets in fog Catch whispers in the wind Frowns bustle by Living time in analogue.
patient
When the dawn light greets Contrived cities in the air Quests intersecting, I and you will meet.
Can I/you wait so long?
evaporate.dIt is not that you are missing, but that you are absent.evaporate.d
Your presence and form is there and everything about you that was familiar Sometimes fools me into thinking you’re there, just like always.
But it is not you; not who you lead me to believe you were Or at least not who you were for a good two years.
And this is the truth: On the other side of the fence The grass was greener, so it seemed;
But now over I can see that Maybe it was, but we ravaged it.
It’s no longer greener.
+you came to my rescueQuietly I called your name (that summer in the fall the spring) When it was all the same (that treadmill the walk the runner) Godspeed you came (in love in grace in honour) Walking framelessly (with naught but truth and your everything).+you came to my rescue
And I love you (with more than any else could say or speak or feel. Indescribable.)
just onlyA quiet thought A quiet dream Falling over insidejust only
Fractures stressed from the fault.
You know I don’t understand the reasons Or why this is - Why this is so much... So much worth this time.
You get angry and I crumple But it’s not even a dimple… The way we changed - It’s all confounding.
A silent dream A silent hope If I give breath to it Will it fade and evaporate into the setting sun? Will all you promised fall to the ground?
Threaded wolfishly through all
Cobbled/concrete grey reality
living in the dark.one.living in the dark.
you are only a phone call away,
but somehow, this is much too far.
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two.
when you are gone: i write 'i miss you' on my wrists. i name my pet fish after you and scribble gibberish on the walls.
the letters always spell out your name.
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three.
silence only reminds me of you.
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four.
i hope you understand when i say: i miss what you used to mean to me more than i miss you.
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five.
di
| Running wild on grassy slopes and such cliche dreams are mine too nevertheless. |
further in and further up
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- Km - there is beauty in all things, even if they are as ugly as mud
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for me to live is Christ
and to die is gain
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Hey! There's a message in my cereals! it says "OOOOO"
- Dude.. those are Cheerios!
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for me to live is Christ
and to die is gain
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