asklepiades (asklepiades) wrote,

  • Music:
and the words were meant for so much more,
like the fluent paths of air,

mystic drops upon our foreheads,
like our whispers to the moon.

even if we knew who were were, who would we be now?
and where..

translucent and unbound crystals
make their way around our faces,
profileing us in a light we've never seen before,

and we take it all for granted, and we wash it all away.
without durress upon eyelids

oaks sleep before they dream.

take away my body
and leave me without idea

if everything were black,
what light would reflect?
and where..

  • Let's just live it.

    The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…

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    I was wrong.

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    Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…

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