

SentenceCommunicating with cracking lungs, my tongue is lacking; truncated, I fall silent.Sentence
Your verbs are acerbic, and nouns proud; I am capitalised. Your gravity drops me; I, a tone lower than you, lie.
You whisper a sentence: an infinite split.


OPEN WINDOWSevergreen sifts through open windows, clear-aired and heady with the promise of mountains; mixed with the slow drawl of clouds and carwheelsOPEN WINDOWS
and light hitting the dashboard.
and in this wood-grain scene of tree-tipped timber, my fingers tap the measured breaths of my parents.
theres string and air stretched taught over every precipice they vibrate with the mass of mountains.
each breath breathesone, two the unpredictability of emotion and movement.
and I am good at words and water, stumble with brushe


We Watched Ourselves Dissipatewe caught our breath with butterfly nets and exhaled the pieces of each other's wings that stuck in our lungs. the sky gave a shiver and the stars unsealed, their firefly cores shimmering and fluttering toward us.We Watched Ourselves Dissipate
plucking them from the air, they slip between our fingertips and fall like butterfly wings to the ground.
we conduct the celestial engagement with  
Unobservant
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Thank you.
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Have a great day!
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'Svera just suffers from perfectionismophilia.' *tanabatablossom
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If a miracle occurred, I would show you the new morning, the person I've become and say those words I couldn't back then... -Yamazaki Masayoshi "One More Time, One More Chance"
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I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all. ~Richard Wright
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