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I'm rifting,
slipping down the slide
I obviously mean your life
As I glide on by
My aim ain't to pressure
that would leave too much of an impression
and I'd much rather be déjà vu
Something you almost saw
and then again
but still changing everything
More impact than your puny nukes
when I wage war
it's in the silence
Against the chatter
the clutter
the background, backdrop
that is everyone else.
slipping down the slide
I obviously mean your life
As I glide on by
My aim ain't to pressure
that would leave too much of an impression
and I'd much rather be déjà vu
Something you almost saw
and then again
but still changing everything
More impact than your puny nukes
when I wage war
it's in the silence
Against the chatter
the clutter
the background, backdrop
that is everyone else.
Literature
Age
My hands have never been as heavy as they are now. Looking at my fingers, withered by time and hardships, I recall their former lightness as I bent timber into pieces of art—so agile and precise. As I sit here in front of the workbench I made decades ago, the same workbench in front of which I used to spend night after night pouring every ounce of my being, of my soul even, I am reminded of how much has changed. As I sit here and gently run my calloused, numb hand across the same old wood, which although has no ears to hear me, I still feel the need to apologise to—for my inability. It hurt. It hurt to look at my countless tools, knowing I’ll NEVER use them again, pains me more than my diminishing health ever could. Ever since I become like this, all I do is come here in my workshop and just sit. It was difficult to come here today. I slipped and fell down the steps to the basement. I've fallen down before, but today was more painful than ever. Getting up was hard, and my knees still
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City Dryad
trees buried in pavements roots deep in the heart of the city dreaming about vast meadows windswept grass and hair tangled in blooming boughs leaves dancing between passing cars summoned and enchanted messangers of the gale and lightning kissed with beads and glitter; brushed with fire and earth the storm will come for you the touch of the spring tides; the sound of uproaring change fulfilling your wishes of freedom granting you wilderness of your own the trees' hearts will beat at unison with your soul leaving traffic lights behind an empire of moss for an untamed creature
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I listen to music because
1. I love it
2. Because I cannot stand random people around me talking.
1. I love it
2. Because I cannot stand random people around me talking.
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