Stream of Consciousness by me--I can't really write commentary for myself, so here it is:)
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I had another sip of Kool-aid. I took a drag from my cigarette. I was not impressed with your depth or savoir faire. I have heard all of this before. I keep twelve white birds, I let them fly and they always return. They drink cream from my hands like cats; they wash their feathers with pink tongues and mimic your laughter uncannily. They are better company than you, more faithful and more intelligent by bounds and bounds. Coated in a soft light, they fly ships to moon and stars, they oar through milky streams with wings of ivory.
Take a photo; this is all that you get. You will not see me look back, I am covered in angora, I am covered in blood, I am missing teeth, I am whole. Bells are tinging, lights are hovering overhead. I am apathy and sunlight.
by Charissa
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even if this wasn't about me it still made me think it was
just completely dismissive and hurtful
I mean, its fucking gorgeous writing, but you can have your apathy. I'll love and be hopeful and tie my kite string to poetry...
nuthings gonna dim the bliss I felt being with you. no one was sweeter, no one was better to me, no one flies though my mind with such color and light the way you do... I may be cut off from this reservoir of spirit, from love, from family, from wholeness, but I CHOOSE to concentrate on love. love given, the love that I took for granted... its the same love that, if I hold onto it and remember its lesson, with determination and faith in myself will help me grow and change. I would never leave something this up to hurt someone and make them feel like a throwaway.
or course maybe its not about me at all, and then I'll feel like an asshole. wouldn't be the first time I left some comment for you and was later totally fucking embarassed over it
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