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these days. they tell me nothing. and all the world collapses around my ears. fire-fly sparks carrying smaller prayers shoot into night towards lesser gods. lesser loves. kinder songs. but i say: keep me alive. i am not ready to go. not ready to leave. not ready to know. though i wish you'd whisper something. maybe about how hands can touch. speak. shatter windows and doorways. grow wings. |
Were your nights formerly filled with lucid passionate dreams? It seems to me? A bit dramatic too.. wish that there was more to go on. I like the line.. Lesser gods,lesser loves, Kinder songs. | Posted on 2015-08-22 00:00:00 | by Damien Vladimir | [ Reply to This ] | On first glance, this relatively simple read seems as though it could use quite a bit of polishing. However, after actually reading it, I find myself nearly entranced by it- I've read it three times now, and every time I've gotten goosebumps. I had to favorite it. Perhaps the one thing I'd suggest is to clear up some of the issues with capitalization, though that's mostly my own OCD noticing it. Overall I like this one a lot. Thanks for sharing, and keep writing! | | Posted on 2013-11-04 00:00:00 | by TheSnoitart | [ Reply to This ] | |