29.12.21
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I walk along a winding path, as the riverbed catches sundrops in the palm of its crystalline hand. But the water gurgles swiftly past, blissfully unaware. The ebony strands of my hair mimic its lackadaisical flow, as I gaze into this ephialtic abyss. Honey bees steal nectar from within porcelain petaled enclosures; dainty wings stroke white, supple things. They turn away. A graceful pirouette of yellowy leaves, mirror movements of my own- purely mechanical, I'm subjected to the crimson passion of Eurus. His decree: my limbs form a fervent firedance. The bees' sting - sharp aginst my calloused skin, the sunkissed waves lapping at my feet, they burn. Heedless, I give in to the peremptory melody. His tempestuous rhythm bears my slumbering body everywhere.
Nowhere.
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words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
