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Explorer of the unknown as the setting starts to set in,
all alone in this vacuum of mine that I’ve learned to love. There’s no way out, there’s no way in, just the cold embrace of being left unattended. I hope someone finds me in here, however that may be, just so they know where I’ve been for all this time and how ignorance of emotions can blossom into curiosity. Through space and time, I travel forever no partner to call my own, to travel with me floating among the stars in the suit that suffocates. There’s an odd rock or two that passes by for a break, but other than that I'm utterly alone. I get to discover nebulas burning out and dying going out with the largest flare of light that I have ever seen. I hope that is how they will remember my legacy, if anyone can even remember what I have done. Sometimes I see a vibrant planet with life sprouting along the surface but I’m never able to reach the ground in time before it’s gone. I can’t scream in space, but I can in the flow of time as little fragments of what used to be come back to me on my trip. I’ve been collecting the shattered crystals of my past so one day I can finally put the pieces back together. Sometimes it feels like I have to do the job alone, and most of the time that’s true, but I think the glue spilling from my mouth can finally fix what I used to know. No one else can do this awful job except for me, since I’m the only one who knows what needs to be repaired. I’m the only one who knows where the pieces have to go. And so I will put together these fragments of who I used to be, just to see what could’ve been if I hadn’t been broken. |
Loving You
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The Fool
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Αρχιμηνιά κι Αρχιχρονιά
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Lyrics:
Αρχιμηνιά κι Αρχιχρονιά ψηλή μου δεντρολιβανιά κι αρχή, κι αρχή καλός μας χρόνος εκκλησιά, εκκλησιά με τ' άγιο θρόνος. Αρχή που βγήκε ο Χριστός άγιος και Πνευματικός, στη γη, στη γη να περπατήσει και να μας, και να μας καλοκαρδίσει. Αγιος Βασίλης έρχεται, και δεν μας καταδέχεται, από, από την Καισαρεία, συ' σαι αρχό-, συ' σαι αρχόντισσα κυρία. Βαστά εικόνα και χαρτί ζαχαροκάρνο, ζυμωτή χαρτί, χαρτί και καλαμάρι δες και με, δες και με το παλικάρι. Το καλαμάρι έγραφε, τη μοίρα του την έλεγε και το, και το χαρτί ομίλει Άσπρε μου, άσπρε μου Άγιε Βασίλη. |
Translation:
Start of the month and start of the year, My tall rosemary bush! And the start of the year, a good year, In church, in church with the holy throne! Start of the year, When Christ came Most holy and spiritual; To walk the Earth And to make our heart good. St.Basil is coming and will not deign on us, He comes from Caesarea, And you milady are noble woman! He holds an icon and writing paper, Sugar candy and a baked cake. The writing paper and the ink, Look at me the young brave lad! The ink wrote on the paper, his fortune all it wrote, And the paper talked, My white St.Basil! |
Empty
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Loneliness
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Your gaze drags up to the gap in the shack’s roof. The picturesque hue of, what was quite possibly, your last sunset was lovely. You mentally scoff. Now, it’s probably comparable to that of a broken cassette tape, its sour song notes crackling in an ear-screeching manner.
Exhaling, you take your partner’s hand in your own, “You know the last explosions are going off soon, right?” She checks her watch, it reads 8:58 in large, red numbers. “In two minutes, actually.” |
Wonderland
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My Jolly Sailor Bold
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Written Pieces From...Mollie Donovan
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Musical Pieces From...Ellagrace Kays
Anonymous #5 |
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