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Wednesday, October 01, 2008
i suppose, given my not-very-unknown derision of children (just the little human ones; i've nothing against animal kittens), that it would be moderately surprising to some that i really DIDN'T want to grow up when i was a kid. cuz i was a cute kid. no i'm kidding xD mostly it was just because i couldn't imagine myself having such vivid fantasies in the world of LOTR and stuff like that (don't snicker i still love lotr okayy) when i was... biologically altered. = / (just for the record, i think i have MORE fantastical dreams now than i ever did when i was a kid.)
but i love being older because although you feel a whole lot more pain (more than you ever thought you could endure) everything is so much sweeter. mutual dependence? probably.
the midgets in my school block have a lot to learn. >= ) good luck to them.
/
and silence
is in the quivering tear about to fall
from eyelashes
in which is reflected
the silence
ringing in the people's heads as
the son is laid to eternal
quiet; silence
seeping from a bloodied battlefield
conceived in the throes of
silence
and mutual misunderstandings
manifested in the golden halos of
silence surrounding
each lonely angel of
the urban utopia
folded up in white downy wings
in the cold silence
of the hum of the aircon
even as the
silence of darkness and the
silence of solitary street lights
blankets the
aggressive silence of a fitful city in
peace
and quiet
where the cherubims and seraphims
silently long
for home
the silence of security
the security of constant sound
the sound of contentment
and the peaceful blinking of the eye
even as the crystal teardrop
falls to
rest
in silence.
and stealthily, the aurora borealis
dawns gently, tenderly
upon the weary beloved of the world
and silence is complete
the golden is all-encompassing.
silence, beloved.
and silence
is in the quivering tear about to fall
from eyelashes
in which is reflected
the silence
ringing in the people's heads as
the son is laid to eternal
quiet; silence
seeping from a bloodied battlefield
conceived in the throes of
silence
and mutual misunderstandings
manifested in the golden halos of
silence surrounding
each lonely angel of
the urban utopia
folded up in white downy wings
in the cold silence
of the hum of the aircon
even as the
silence of darkness and the
silence of solitary street lights
blankets the
aggressive silence of a fitful city in
peace
and quiet
where the cherubims and seraphims
silently long
for home
the silence of security
the security of constant sound
the sound of contentment
and the peaceful blinking of the eye
even as the crystal teardrop
falls to
rest
in silence.
and stealthily, the aurora borealis
dawns gently, tenderly
upon the weary beloved of the world
and silence is complete
the golden is all-encompassing.
silence, beloved.
You coloured my life @
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