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CheerfulHopefully there will be knew work appearing shortly!
But first... I'm in need of a bit of inspiration.
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Dust Trails I can hear a raspy drum overpowering the steady streaming bass coming through the stereo system. It's a melody, elegant, almost; not the throbbing mostly associated with it's deep nature. The room seems foggy, almost, though the vision is sharp and clear.Dust Trails
Through the crack in the curtains, the outside world is visible, in the strange blue of a passed rainstorm with still grey skies at dusk. The air smells of burning. Sweet burning. The smell is familiar but unconnected. Realized later, incense of some sort.
My head feels funny
by ~gummy-bear-power
Blue Cap Narrative A man sat alone on a subway. Well, a boy, really. A boy who had poorly argued himself into believing himself to be a man. He felt more like a boy right now. Subways did that to him; made him uneasy. He sat alone, between the sheets of a pulled apart newspaper, an empty styrofoam mug his closest neighbor, laying abandoned on its side a few inches from his right hand.Blue Cap Narrative
His blue woolen hat fit snugly to his head. It was hardly a bizarre item. A simply cap he'd picked up at a ski lodge when his own had been forgotten. But he rather liked this hat. He had beco
by ~gummy-bear-power
Your TearsI was thinking about you, again. I was too exhausted to throw a fist. Exhausted, without a tear shed. And thinking, again, one slipped out.Your Tears
It came unexpected, barely falling. Dribbling down my face in a simple path.
No previous stinging of the eyes, Just a wet patch on my face, and a frown.
I simply stayed.
I didn't move to wipe it away. I let it stay where it was. And another few fell.
I stayed still, and tried to count. Count the paths as they fell. But the first few, they had muddled already. I could not tell the number.
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I Am No DifferentIt is not that I dislike you; I love you very much. Your presence, however, is exhausting. Holding myself together is difficult. It is not an easy task to keep my mask in place. I would love to take it off, but it holds me together, preventing me from crumbling and simply floating away.I Am No Different
I hate that you can't see who I am, but I'm afraid you will run. Such a hideous liar, hypocritical in her ways but attempting to appear with the innocence of a child. At least that is what my mask depicts. I hate being in control, the ability to let you see only what I would like. I hate having to hold up this mask, but if it broke, I would not ha
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