Sta.sh
well, I suppose Team Gaga is one of the
better teams I could be on.
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someone like you. brother,someone like you. by ~DaasEriador
you were born into a war.
I understand now that the reason you can't call yourself Child is because I am not one, and it was into me that you were born, into my world, a willingly unwilling attachment to me, a moon to my planet in a universe I've already claimed as my own, orbiting around me as your kind do, you block the sun every once in a while.
where does that leave you?
hovering.
neither very far away, or close.
we do not touch each other, if only for the chasm of distant space between us, and the animosity we reserve in our stomachs, which [filled with magnets] churn and repel.
I am eighteen, and you are half that,
nothing to search for. morning. awake before the children finish contemplating brave new worlds hidden between spaceship sheets and summer flannel. the house is far too cold. at nine a.m. I wished you happy birthday, and I will wish you happy birthday tomorrow, every tomorrow until I can tell you in person how happy your birthday should have been.nothing to search for. by ~DaasEriador
afternoon. slept on the floor of the office, where the sun beats into the carpet and warms the twists of its fibers: airborne dust motes burn in it. to be alone in my house provides mighty safety for little comfort. I am quiet, drifting, a cosmonaut lost in a sea of that which ties me down, keeps me calm.
evening. the g
elements.elements. by ~DaasEriador
one: crack the shutters, allow the rain to whitewash your room all grey
make a whole in the mess of crumpled parchment on the floor beneath you
a field of paper flowers
sometimes the best way to get somewhere
is to wish you were somewhere else
two: grow seas of fire, assembled of chipped glass and bible pages
break out of a third floor window in attempt to raise the bar of escapades
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