Reflections
I miss you. When the world is full of cheers and lights and life, I miss you. When the songs turn wintry, heavenly, and peaceful as imitation snow, it aches like an old wound. I swore I'd have Christmas one more time with you this side of stars. But all the tonic in the world could not cure you. And love simply cannot hold the weight of time. But one day, I swear, time will battle love and lose! One day Love will chisel death to bits. And I won't see you gasp for air in my dreams, ever again. For dreams will turn to proper stuff and rise.
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Current Events
Hate seems a searing, smoldering thing - an undying death of bearing and shouldering up. It's a puff of powder, a strobe of night, when snuffed by eternal delight in Almighty Love. If we only didn't have to travel through the unraveling of time to get there.
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Everyday
The children are chirping at the bus stop, fed on their parents regurgitations. "Are you Spanish?" "He doesn't look Spanish." "He looks Asian!" (What does that even mean?) Will they ever questions their categories? Will they reject pre-chewed fare one day? Will they fly and go look for solid stuff? And what have I fed my little goslings at home?
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