let me take you to the place from where you can see children's hands stretching up to the sky from the ferris wheel, let me take you to my daydreams.
let me show you the world as orion sees.
writing : [2021]
feb 18 (2'14 pm) - july 25 (2'30 pm).
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from cordelia’s story. ─⚪────────────────────── ◄◄⠀▐▐ ⠀►►⠀⠀ ⠀ 01:00 / 17:00
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sitting on your front porch, cordelia, what are you waiting for? life goes on like those vinyl records, tulips hang themselves on your guitar chords, bleed, bleed, red fingertips and cicatrix, feel, feel, the pain she felt drawing that last breath.
eleven o'clock, her coming back home has stopped, it's time to go to bed cordelia, her voice in your head has always been so quiet, that thought makes you cry yet sleeping on your front porch, cordelia, what were you hoping for?
the red sirens, the screams, that oxygen furnace, lost hope, bad dreams, you want it all just once more, but; cordelia, you only remember that fight you had with her a few days ago, you think she was the vase you pushed over the edge, that she was the tulip you let go of and left.
cordelia, sitting on your front porch every night will not bring her back home, cordelia, you feel guilt in your bones, thinking you could have been less of a burden, perhaps a daughter more, you would do it all over again just had you known.
cordelia, if she were here tonight sitting by your side at the cabin door, she'd wrap her favorite blanket over your shoulder, something she left to protect you even when you grew older.
and she'd want you to smile, cordelia, to wrap a bandage over your hurting fingertips and for life to take you far, she'd want to see you at eleven o'clock on the front porch, she would want to come home to you just once more.
yet this side of the house has never felt more red, it wasn't the same as my wife had once kept, "delia, it's time to go to bed", "coming, dad" she quietly said.
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❝And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.❞
Madeline Miller, Song of Achilles.
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A/N : this is the first storyline, the story of cordelia, and her life. i felt so attached yet hurt while writing this, and i hope you enjoyed reading!
honestly, i know i said i'll publish this in monsoon of 2021 but i've been working on this book for two months now and i just really missed publishing my work, so here we go. and yes, the rest of the updates will probably come out in monsoon only lol.
