I reach but then fall
Run away from it all
My history of loving has been
Deemed a mockery for trying
I am tired of feeling like
I am a fool for believing
I reach but then fall
Run away from it all
My history of loving has been
Deemed a mockery for trying
I am tired of feeling like
I am a fool for believing
To have
To hold
To love
To own
The right
To keep
Comfort
We seek
From ash
Into gold
Our souls
Restored
Despite fears
Beyond years
Two as one
Made whole
“Thickens you up so you can hit back as hard as you take.”
“I mean, seriously – I’ve already gone through these cycles multiple times!
Yet, now I have to fight against injuries.
W.T.F.”
“I think the struggles are wearing on me.”
“He who wants the rose must respect the thorn.”
But what if the rose is embarassed by its thorns?
What if it doesn’t want to have thorns?
And what if this makes the rose even more bristly in its own srlf defense so that its thorns just keep growing thicker and thicker around it so that it can hide itself from any potential external judgements?
I mean, really…Who’s gonna love a rose for its thorns?”
“I wonder if worry will ever leave from around my eyes…but maybe this is what life is all about.”
She wasn’t sure if he was to be her mate, but she would lead the hunters away from him.
“I think I may be mad at myself.
But then again, there’s smoke in the air.”
“Daily life is a fecking struggle – and I can get growly-spitty because of the efforts needed to push all of this crap off of me!”
“Why am I so bitey, today?”
“Pretend I’m not in torment.”
(Fecking eyes on fire)
Black mirth.
She threw up a psychic wall around her mind so that she could internally scream and throw her energies of extreme vexation at it without harming her beloved.
“I had gone to the open market, hoping that I might see him.
But I didn’t – and now introversion again closes the door to exposure.”
I offer depth in superficial connections
Therefore, they are quality interactions
But there are boundaries I live by
To ensure appropriate guidelines.
“I like myself and feel attractive, but don’t have confidence about others’ opinions regarding.”
When she could feel his ache, she needed to ease it – but he was still too far away for her to reach out and hold him.
“It’s another! Criminy!”
(Another support got interfered with)
He left her in the caverns, determined his fate was sealed.
But another then caught scent of her – and the hunger to him appealed.
He was a Prince of Darkness, but she had never been afraid of boogeymen or shadows – just by words and deeds betrayed.
Ever as I’ve sought to find you
Ever shall I support and protect
As my love knows no boundaries
Expanding to embrace our validity
Was it you Goddess who
Advocated on my behalf?
Do you keep vigil over your
Namesakes’ hearts’ desires?
Thank you for leveraging
On my behalf for the one
I had championed above all else
Despite Trixter’s rigged outcome
May I request boon for another?
Please protect my chosen lover
“Ever has she cared for humanity, focusing upon nourishment and strategy.”
“That Man could think killing off portions of its own species to be acceptable.”
The point is: what happens in heaven?’
‘Unknowable wonderfulness?’
‘Nonsense. The answer is nothing. Nothing can happen because if something happens, in fact if something can happen, then it doesn’t represent eternity. Our lives are about development, mutation and the possibility of change; that is almost a definition of what life is: change.’
‘If you disable change, if you effectively stop time, if you prevent the possibility of the alteration of an individual’s circumstances – and that must include at least the possibility that they alter for the worse – then you don’t have life after death; you just have death.
Iain M. Banks, Look to Windward (Culture, #7)
Aligning stars across parallel universes.
Surface:
Engaging, fun, supportive, witty
Internal:
Fathoms of emptiness haunting
Can’t hear or find the lyrics, but title is fun!