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[vormov]

the three fates (part 1)

ive lost the tower. it was gone before i even got here in fact i couldn't imagine what this moment felt like until now, to be rid of such obsolescence see it as they really say it was before.

as if you could just see these things, weren't you just blind to the actions of others so keenly i'll illuviate until you've seen the devil yes you. i'll drag you down too. let this be known to the heavens, you'll see it tomorrow as a distant supernova.

and enriched in it i felt beside myself, like the mere quandaries were forbidden or as if the truth were destructive to our souls somehow, given, again, that i always knew you'd look back; fair enough

and with the right words maybe we'd turn to stone too. ***

i haven't been here in years, where was i this whole time? could you tell me if i asked… never mind, i don't want to know. saviors of things, id rather not see let these things go, the cosmos doesn't crave those weaknesses anymore; let it go. ***

preservation feel me i am one in needing saved; less the enemy get me and exploit my gifts, i will fight! i can't let them get to me, for they don't know i'll leave this path behind let it sink upon us peeling the sky open sideways, like we always do.

'Set it aflame, send it away…' ***

maybe i took myself too softly, like i were mere fog meant to fold in the midday winds.

perhaps i left prematurely leaving something pivotal behind i'll never know, like i should.

let the gas pour over the hills as we let 'er rip, never knew another way, i'm sorry 'but its a great escape.' heartache lives inside of me in an indescribable wave, like i was the child that saw the devil in a monster movie but never knew the way back home.

(04-12-24—this was only the first part. hello wary traveler.)

(first quote is lyrics from Black Heart Inertia by Incubus the second quote is lyrics from No Rain by Blind Melon the title is a reference to the 1970 song The Three Fates from the band Emerson, Lake & Palmer, a favorite of the author.) (Greetings: My 200th post is coming up and i am so excited!!)

#stream of consciousness #poetry #life #alt lit #2024 #darkness brings the light #the three fates #slight syntax edits #say it aint so

[vormov]

a delicate answer

it all just aligns one day when you’re fully awake, by travelling upon relentlessly these tracks of sleepless nights.

only once you’ve seen the oblivion will you even understand what im talking about, –its absurd

to think only of what it was

begin anew with a rosary attached a sequence that pinned me to the prior self, unable to forget or forgive for have I forgotten myself,

how am i not so further gone?

by these graces, of love and interest, I stay alive.

be alive be afraid don’t be afraid to rip my life away

be alive be afraid

solemn, in reckless sleep be alive be afraid (Being drunk can sometimes be the same as writing with conviction.) 10/15/16

#from the archives

[vormov]

Horn in the middle

ive never left this one moment, leave me here to die a lesion upon these perfect of flesh like i had only one life and spent it in antiquity —fighting the intellectuals like they were demi-gods. like i left the skies even half wide, they saw me go and can't even speak it like it was spit it out and i'll see finally this horizon as if these words were only hollow; somehow just for you, don't you understand how it is? it's such…

i'll delicately dance with these fortunes as if the winds could peak an enumerance, like these things were only a numbers game take it with you as you go, let it speak forward in these our hallowed lunch, as if the words had peeled off of the universe's varnish.

(instrumental break)

i had met you once where the sidewalk ends, like it were a cavern where everyone felt at home a gift we share upon these waking walls, like each were a penchant, agaze again, i might have spied what you saw must have been splendid what you say; "Don't look behind / you'll make it worse."

and etcetera like these winds were always conspiring again so we can speak candidly like human beings, i'll relent that the ideas are probably bunk but why not die trying?" (03-01-24—what's supposed to be an environmental shift...turns out to be just a dude listening to Nujabes records. we out here in our feels everyday.)

#2024 #stream of consciousness #alt lit #poetry #how it is #the spark #let it go #jazz

[vormov]

"the stars are projectors"

i felt this before over and over again i'll be better or how i can't and still featureless become, this our last days/ let their voices speak volumes, and this was our last time to speak, i'll never forget you.

we all meant forward lesser to told it so, like the winds with a spoken fierce companionship agaze like we were feral for a moment; lurches like seeing it, and again and again, we laugh at destined to become in circles famed less lie and inside this forever i'll die, make sure it counts; i sure as hell will.

this is where we flip the paradigm like a fish swimming against the current, we'll struggle like that forever only as long as you make it worth our while. and one day we'll lay down and die. i'm sure it'll be worth it

"And how all the stars are projectors, yeah Projectin' our lives down to this planet Earth"

don't forget where you came from or you'll regret the dispair you wrought, like a whisper of the winds had turned upon you; i'll see you blow away. again and again we go like aging winds favor me aloft like them you see above, i'll seek to see them eye to eye a glance heavenward lent more to my simping than the sun's overgrowth. "When the clock reads 21:13…"

gold pieces fell into us those bent towards these eyes of future, let them grow a pyre. i'll grow regardless of the sun's beseeching wrath a game you'd play too if you were upon these our last days i'd love to give you the benefit of the doubt, but this world is lost upon us the thoughts like we understood too much and were rent plebian.

i've felt a change become into our sky like a color changed in a feature film, a design left to become more specific as it goes lesser to me my eyes see it so clearly…

"I've been told that I'm no good Told to abandon what means the most to me"

i can't leave here so soon but im lost unevenly caved upon these lips of ashes crumble below me, akin to the skeletons as they dance for providence. and speak, let them, as the morning dawns into our sky you let them see this our beauty, and this our courage see it gone or aloft, but never let it go.

(02-23-24—3 songs quoted: First quote is the song The Stars are Projectors by Modest Mouse Second quote is the song 21:13 by Coheed and Cambria Third quote is the song The Price of Dreaming by Hollow Front Fourth song is Xavii by Russian Circles)\\

#poetry #stream of consciousness #writing #dark #life #alt lit #2024 #music inspired #multiple music references #let me fucking go #i don't even know

[vormov]

Five Days of Rain

i'm pretty sure i predicted my own failure i seen it coming, let it happen with no recourse but what if i wasn't here at all? likewise towards this effortless fall.

i'll be there to light the match he said with an eye wrathed of vengence, let the feelings go you cannot keep like this again and again, we'll relegate it to the heavens to decide like we were alergic to the heavy thinking. where to go from here

big picture brewing from such a small lad, won't you relent and take your place among your ancestors? take the honorable way ***

i forgot what i was doing dont tell anybody that i had a moment where i was lost, i could never forgive myself. ***

where to the loss of self? could it be held less secure next time for the tide? again we plunge into the deep end, never knowing quite where the road leads but suffice it to say i know the way forward, and i must pressure into it like an atmosphere.

a reminder to stay grounded less the levy fail again ***

i see disbelief in my own steps like i did not take them. there's a disparity of self where i see another among us, a spectre letting us feel stuff among the cosmos again, it is only illusory and a writ of self. let it be know among us the walkers of this world and i want to delete it all and start over as if these words in a vacuum weren't enough i must actually challenge the sky. listen to yourself…

i feel leaguered meek like i forgot to eat today and spat up a bit on my way to the market. another willing feature of this multi-cog a gaze upward isn't worth as much as you'd think. ***

i can see the pillar where this all begin the shattered mind, the thing that sent the sky sidways let the wind blow it beyond us again, this fog please seek my compassment that i might feel a direction again.

again again again again again again

like the lifts toward an infinite our minds float on forever like a dream or a fever. ***

like i told you before these winds carry on without us, their tide is lesser affected by us than we are of these cosmic waves of light. merely blips on a grandest scalar, vectors for math to be rendered truth nothing more than spins of various chemicals dancing in abundance.

and just like that the spark was lit again again and again, this fire won't go out. make sure the mountains can hear that we are aflame again, let them be sure this time.

this thing could go on forever what is it that i seek here? you know. 1-27-24 — (Hi. Please be kind to each other. I'm okay i swear.)

#2024 #stream of consciousness #poetry #poem #writing #hopeful #alt lit #keep going #be kind #music inspired #plini

[vormov]

with words on tell of forever,

id love to tell you where i was just now as if these layers weren't meant for just our own eyes, won't you posit a faith, already, let these speeches cull you, let it follow you into the wild where each breath is earned and this tease of tension is belabored by a tiger let it coarse our face and at last we have deserved it. oh please, talk to me like i was human being. i saw the wind before i threw it like a sequence that features these lesser edges, i'd plague it like as jack-the-ripper. unengulfed ideals will bleed themselves here, so speaks this stupid voice of ours in the sky

i'll measure this in a heartfelt lie, a devastating way we will go an amalgamation of things i had spent at the altar to no vein. oh well

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[vormov]

like i'd tell you (harborcoat)

i've wished before and again, among us this game another wished against us, left us to fall, like we were fools to the tide, i've always known the way back home; left these touches to disaster to the past they'd rather remember me than know.

let lists go with the wind it blows among us with such force, how do you not lose yourself in it? i never knew how powerful these things i knew were, let me go. i'd love to tell you what i know we'd peer into sights unseen and movements that dont make any sense, aloft like we were merely segments of a much larger whole, i'd love to see it.

let lists blow in the wind they are endless and gone, let these winds blow like mere cartography among a specific precision, like i'd know. i can go further than this.

and with a whim im gone again let these demons delve, i'll speak alone. never to see this again like it were transient, a memento mori left for us to remember entire lives, i'd love to see em again leave it among us at the ford like we were the whispers;

on the wind speaking the tongues aloft "i'll die seeing it's importance" a familial curse bent forward like a compass. 'no way will it encompass us' 'i know just where we are…'

i left these feathers among the whispered long ive seen it come and go like the everment of the ocean, like the very spokes these worlds spin upon i've seen em and they aren't quite the marvel, like we spoke they are not what you think, it is a space meant for you to fill it in-as-you-go 'let it speak through you' i'd rather understand these unfathomable silences in between us like fires spent being thrown against the horizon every day and ignites the fucking Sun. let it go.

maybe you just weren't meant to know. (12-30-23—Hello again. I am rethinking my entire existence, but don't worry about me. We got this! ive risen along these pieces of twelve like we saw the whole treasure peaked among us, we'll let go of it to be sure that we can't be touched, how far did we go, anyway? i'll never be able to know.)

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[vormov]

a whisper meant for fools (a twist of fates)

wherein you; where the feeling started it can't be helped a compulsion derived of our corest of philosophies let it speak.

which discovery oh which is it, human after all? what a release. id melt with a dream come true a wonderous spec left for us on the spent fathoms of others like they could be weighed against the feather so fairly, i'll peer into further to let them know. which way did they allow us to feature which way condoned a song aloud we can sing;

i'd dive alive alone amongst these clouds, like a feather meant for the aloften throw a gaze peaked at the grandest of horizons like the paths were garnered against us, let it speak (i wish i was there).

and i wish that there were more states of being, i could be anywhere left it uncontrolled elsewhere, and we were left to listen to what happened.

left it to this, escape is foraged again for the engulfed, another time then will we? meet in the middle again ashow with a weather that cant be known among others, like these ideas dreaded forward kept going always without your parameters again load yourself into the succumbing to the night and dream of where you'd like to be.

why would i explain away everything when you weren't wrong with your question i'll let you ask me again, let it be know where we had found the proper horizon, it can't be explained to the others but this is where we are. neveretoless each as a place we engulfed, petitioned to be followed again and again. where did you stand where this place fell down? I grabbed it out of the air without a grasp.

(12-12-23—"Hang your collar up inside Hang your freedom higher Listen to the buyer still Listen to the Congress Where we propagate confusion Primitive and wild Fire on the hemisphere below" —Welcome To The Occupation — R.E.M. )

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[vormov]

part 2 ('the place in between breathing')

did you place yourself in that the prior wreckage? notice the spot in which contains your absence, where did you go? did you lie to us at the start? i know where you went.

am alive went above below it was again, never to know their mothers—"oh well" we couldn't have known what we were doing, agaze like the oceans bled out and we had held all the breathe the earth could hold, let it go, we'll go on.

agaze like all those things we held onto but meant nothing feel it as the sun collapses among us, and sets these feelings alight fry me alive that i'd think so highly of our simple place and time or that id defend it so keenly with my sanity, only for a place to be governed. let it be, we'll go on.

we'll go up and see it for ourselves, won't we? delicately dance up there warn these dire fates, like we really saw who we are. ill never know quite where to leave it

to fortune or measure to future or concavity to feature to bedrock with welcomed eyes that can see the beyond-the-sky i'll ease their path forward with a true example, a place where i feel at home.

i can't begin to speak where these margins were in a way that you'll understand, i'm afraid its above my head let it be known i was never against you or me, like the gods above deciding whether we were just accustomed to the pain. with an ease we can go again towards the sky and leave you alone. why ask you what you think?

nevertheless we'd go beyond this rock like we weren't quite tethered to the earth below nor the sky above, as the skies below aloften dreams die, they go down below to pillow those within asunder 'like moths to flames.' i'll glow as a beacon to all those who step in

welcome to this dream-domain and find myself a feat less than becoming self, id rather die. of love pieced together a place for me so long ago 'i'll never be wanting more' i'd tear apart up gazing at it's enormity, like i saw a spectre of The Lord having one above us. wed be doomed without such pleasures like we had drempt our way unto the lost highway and never knew where to fly away. we all know now. without a whim i'll collide with this our incoming star and whisper to all the other fates that we all weren't quite in alignment, let it be known the fallacy of man was displayed again, lessers to man to me i'd love to gaze above it all, let it go and see where the fuck we go in life. as illumination spectres meant to flow the life into inaugaration i'll be there to tether them as they go. so that they might know the new bounds upon them, and see these strings so visible in our sky they'll know our next thoughts so well that we'll say "good job" welcome to the end of what they give us to grasp onto i'd rather have died in the skirmish. the less we know the better, am i right?

like a pill for igorance is welcomed to us the enlightened? and When We Speak To God it doesn't go so well, it never does, as you see He and I don't get along where the wisps of the winds trended down to the scrapes of the icy down.

a love of self was left behind us to be rediscovered as a love behind everything like a simple bulb creating all the light. wasn't it wonderful, to be here and now.

i wrote a letter to the prior self and he said "alone i become and see it out alive where this sun accords us in time, let it flow beyond you an see the rays illuminate where you cannot. a gaze above isn't necessary as we let ourselves be here now, just be here now."

a song plays in the distance where i recognize but don't hear it quite so well, a feeling of welcomed disease definitely write this one down for later i'm sure we can find something cool there.

a distance split of the self and becoming as the sun erupts the earth each day and let it speak the birth and death of the day, proclaim it with each word with us as we sing i'll never know the song i hear, i'll place it with this encompassment forever never to see another context, as dry as the desert felt as a cough in the throat we'll have to imagine a world where we didn't have to split the self so far down in the middle,

let us understand where this tide sweeps us up into it's frenzy oh let us go… …

(11-24-23— "I'd love as much as you, as much as you, to understand these ways of life these ways of love, of joy but the space we made was blue, oh so blue." Slight edits, fucking sorry*)

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[vormov]

part 1 ('windspokes')

i told you a million times that we aren't here for that, like please enjoy the here and now don't be so preoccupied. let that fear in you grow to explode

you'll know what i mean when you feel it and this will be a certainty that you keep with you and them everyday, they know ancient secret won't you relent piece together what was left, and send it so that many others might see our works like a light to the oblivious which way this tide goes. i'd lift above if i weren't so tethered by such self and with a glimpse of tomorrow we fell into the forever, like all the dimensions were gone and dispensed in a bucket to be recovered at the end of your trip.

i'll light the beacon at the top the top of this decaying tower it sees us with it's shadow it knows us within this closure space. with wit they flew beyond like untethered by the aether among such windspokes will a mind flow sideways around and around, like pages to be spent. feel it again and speak.

at last a flight in the sky! i've wish'd this again and again just to go home and feel that one moment where i belong, so nice! it becomes fleeting as we go forward, like each moment i have to ascend and become more aloft without a tether again, 'oh woe is me' we laugh.

a song plays in the distance where i recognize but don't hear it quite so well, a feeling of welcomed disease definitely write this one down for later i'm sure we can find something cool there.

i've never been more certain that i was jaded not sure not sure hey i've always wanted to say that i think we share a special space and time no other can be it, it is ours forever no thing can come between us and remembering it once it is gone. not sure, not sure i've never been more certain i wasn't jaded.

("oh mercury oh mercury…")

i'll leave a piece of myself here maybe some drifter will find it and know there was a safehaven here, if even for a second. ever wonder if somebody thought about your energy after you left? i wonder.

…

(11-15-23 -- probably part of a series. hello again)

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[vormov]

This one is wild. Prolly still shouldn't listen to me.

a duality of dreams and of liars in spacetime

a tiring sway between worlds, one a fantastical oligarchy of dreams the other a stark, but heroic world. at the time, I couldn’t pick both– now i wish to pick neither.

a gaze upward always leads to tears if left to linger long enough would you go there if you could? the place where the skies ends and the endless voids begins.

nothing out there but dust, it seems. but I often look at it in an attempt to extract a beautifully elusive truth.

why must every struggle revolve around a bearing of the soul? could disparate forces really collide as intended? i’d let them rip me apart given the right statement, as if I’d resign the world if it told me the right thing

but I keep listening to the nothing expecting a voice in return. a relentlessness quelled only by the shock of fading desires, that place where the sky meets the edges of worlds

my place in this world has came and gone, ive lived 20 lives at this point, i can’t be daunted anymore, for no further weight sticks upon my back.

I’ve always been torn in two, one side a liar seeking greed another piecing the darkness ready to fight the truth itself. and yet another only wishes to create. Have i the courage to uphold or resist them,  these specters of the mind? or shall i finally let myself be consumed.

the nothingness is only golden until an age of discovery until then it is as romanticized as the truth becomes. (I’m a bad writer, don’t even listen to me.)

#stream of consciousness #2019

[vormov]

"blame it on my equilibrium"

ive written this a thousand times and sung it a million ways, left this place upon the hill for a venture beyond the plains.

i'd love to believe these things you told me, like i knew these epiphanies led up to a point where was this thing i was looking for, oh brother? i'd live and breathe it so that you could walk upon these heated coals unopposed like these tides could walk in our favor place me inside this engulfing sea. let me think of something…

i'll go away towards the horizon always tethered a bit too keenly waywards always talk to me, like they know where i take myself. i cant see with such light in my eye

i'd love to understand what you mean when you say that we are all alone, i'll never be what you said because i can't relive the past anymore, let it be said to the eons nevermore.

id ignite it all again for you. (10-28-23--no further notes)

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[vormov]

i love this thing i wrote nearly 10 years ago

Mountains tribune like rivers With their hear-say and nonsense, Babbling on about life like some kind of prophet, Should I even listen? Commune with the deeper sequences, Touched as candles spritzing out in dim Lit, burning, arches of titanic release, The smoke signals that the fire is gone. Lead unto the mountain, Feed our demons as we go, But looking back isn’t an option anymore, Must trade on for worth, At any cost.

So this is the cliffside, The aggregated soulless wall of sunken history, risen A place faced with concrete-like attitude No way around.

Faze out, so lightly I’ll pass out soon on these rocks, Right here where the paths cross, Surely I will wake up anew tomorrow, To witness these days combine into further. 2014

[vormov]

10-12-23 (incinerate)

how laughable what you suggest, like your hinges had came off at the spring but a word lingered like a whispered infinity, as if you knew the world to be; i'll see it one day and what then? where were you when it burnt out. i'll never know where this fervor came from like someone left me their possession of words what would i contemplate, then? would i see the sunrise anyway and take it with me as i always do, where were you when it burnt out.

id rather see the darknesses and stare while they devoured my mind, lectured by the night over and over again as if these lights weren't so hard to see i always knew where to draw the line or were they so quickly forgotten in the disarray. where were you when it burnt out. where was i when the match was lit? i know i was there, beacons light as the sky, that was me i'll never forget the moments between when the air blew like a fire, and engulfed us all where were you when it burnt out. did you see the ashes glow? i would have shown you in the sky.

and with a word the winds broke exploding with an enumerance we couldn't truly see nor believe we tied everything unknown up for a second, so the universes could breathe we were lucky that time what a challenge.

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[vormov]

placate me in the sun and leave me here to die, i always knew the way home. (09-19-23 part 3)

i'll drag the anchor now as we've seen the horizon again, we need to slow down. delicately as we break down.

i've seen it all at this point never to know another day, as if i were whispering to the oblivion. never to know the proper time of day.

let me peer into the sky, i know the places to look now follow down the last light with our eyes never to know the true moonlight. they gasp at the layers of liquid as we process; we can see this neverending tomorrow, let the eyes peer beyond like the nothing was among us to be defined a lesson to be leigioned from the skin to alight these beacons, they yearn ourselves. Oh, let me peer into the sky i know the places to look now follow down the last light with our eyes never to know the true moonlight. i'll learn to align these things in time

like these very lessons were among legions on the skin afaced to believe every notion, like i knew it were empty these pledges of life i'll enumerate like the others, failed lights spent with the corridors of life. agazing the life all lit up like a fire.

certain whispers lend me towards the light, like their apothecaries weren't tuned a miss with the greater winds, oh well maybe will it to be, with your forceful push among cosmoses. like a small dismal light to be dispensed.

i'll learn to align these things in time

never will to be what will to be i'll never know which way to go came too quickly in the night, He did and left us in the wake leave us behind, ye who know who knew. you'd rather become a fire of suns than beacon them again.

devour cave encampment left towards a desire of self as if these waywards weren't just of an enumerance left conniving, i just can't even think anymore. like the airs i once heard weren't so clear now.

i'll learn to align these things in time and with a great tug, i throw the atlas stone. leave it at their wayside with a stupidity meant for the lessors we'll find a way to survive, free ourselves from this madness. and again i'll know where these things were circumvented and i'll know where the lines lay the forces play, another's influence impedes like a calling-beacon lamenting the sky, it is so obvious, and i don't know.

i'll learn to align these things in time maybe we'll learn next time, as we circle around the sun feel this pull on yourself it has always been there. alignment wears its balance upon the ether like it were a foreign tongue i can learn this.

beat me upon completion like an unkempt dog meant for the gallows i always knew where to go to avoid it all, like i was the ethereal toll booth.

"star ocean, i can see your envy. like the die cast lent me a life and you into an inanimate cacophony of sounds and light never leave the coast again, tethered to these lighthouses." (I'll hold onto these wax wings)

(09-26-23—I never know which way to go, way to go, way to go, i'll never know which place to be, place to be, place to be.) (Slight post-edits)

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[vormov]

09-19-23 (part 2)

i love the fervor that comes after i have seen the oblivion, there are songs that wait for me and together we aloud the chorus of life.

where were you when i requested the lows taught towards the incline, where were you when i rendered and saw these things in three dimensions, like their eyes were always meant to see they knew this was the path to navigate.

wait for me, we can find this place together as alignments fade and companions arise, we'll aloud this sound to the sky i can always feel these winds circumvent me. aways to confront it with any measure of truth, we always knew where to go never knew where to park.

"star ocean, i can see your envy. like the die cast lent me a life and you into an inanimate cacophony of sounds and light never leave the skyline again, tethered to these lighthouses."

i'll let you know, please let me know when you have time to process all the things we said and i'll never know you were truly there, maybe in another life we can see these lines I thought you knew?

ive seen among us this one sedative as if the entire universe wanted us to sleep. i can't bargain with the beyond i can't see beyond my cerulean.

"star ocean, i can see your envy. like the die cast lent me a life and you into an inanimate cacophony of sounds and light never leave these towns again, tether to the lighthouse please!"

(09-24-23 — I wrote this one a few days later. Love ya'll!) (Slight editorial edits for added context)

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[vormov]

09-19-23 (part 1)

inexorably i was towed out to sea mistful glances left as the shorelines subsided the glint in my eye slowly fades as the light goes further away, never knew where to land. a ship lost to the sky of seas will you let me see it with my own eyes?

"star ocean, i can see your envy. like the die cast lent me a life and you into an inanimate cacophony of sounds and light never leave the coast again, tethered to the lighthouses."

the chains were easier to see when i was darkened always seeking delicate moments to split these hairs in two with the flight of the winds, like their eyes were always meant to see they knew this was the path to navigate.

i am a rock cast beyond the cosmos wall, i want to see if it was really there. i would thrive where none of this matters i can't be who i was before.

"star ocean, i can see your envy. like the die cast lent me a life and you into an inanimate cacophony of sounds and light never leave the skyharbor again, tethered to the lighthouses." *** (09-19-23 — I have always thought of so much more than this.)

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