talking of Michaelangelo.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
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glass windows // 10:36 pm
it's a frame
Don't try too hard to be a you,
it'll just turn into some other you
just be
"No one likes a try-hard."
Sunday, May 07, 2017
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if anyone (fictional) deserves all the best things // 9:33 am
I've got a million dollar secret
Can't tell you what it is, I'm keeping it
To myself, I won't give it away
I've got a million dollar secret
Hope I have the courage to keep it in
Won't give in and just give it away
If you really wanna know, baby, come a little closer and I'll whisper in your ear
If you really need to know, baby, come a little closer and I'll whisper in your ear
Maybe I'll have forgotten what I was gonna say but
Come a little closer, let me whisper in your ear anyway, hmm
Anyway, hmm
You can ask over and over
But I'm not ready to tell
‘Cause I have all your attention
This feeling is suspended in air
And I can keep it as long as I may need it
Have all your attention as long as it's a mystery
I've got this million dollar secret
I think it's best for now that I hold strong
But maybe I'll share it at the end of this song
- Lucius
It would be Elijah.
Saturday, May 06, 2017
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yesterday, en route // 6:45 pm
Washed up spirits drained of colour, some soulless formless things, blended up in a shell of suspended lights from the sky. Looming there, beyond, is an apparently empty building void of life. Vapid, vapid shell world with fast lanes going to the edge of nowhere fast.
Sometimes you remember the flowers, the confetti popping and you remain there in that moment being kissed, dancing and in the next you are in some shell of a world not your own, inside an outside where you don't belong.
(Displaced by your own lunacy and ungratefulness.)
Vapid! Vapid! In a shell of a shell moving to some other shell.
My home, come to me.
