meliora
rightful inheritance. belongings. property. ownership. entitlement. worked for, or deserved? struggled, or given? stolen, or taken?
i feel resolution in my bones. whatever is not yet done, is alive in the future. the pattern is not yet complete, just a little more. i am slowly, more than ever before in the past few years, becoming a resolute whole, it's just a passing thing, this darkness. and when the sun shines again it'll shine all the brighter. im getting it together, and the one-word for that would be, peace.
an overabundance of anything is fatal. and right now i am fried by a interconnected web of burdens and responsibilities to every feeling but my own
the real question is whether the wearer of weather weathers the weather or if the weather weathers him to weathering.
revelry, passion. heat. sweat. red, pink cheeks. lowered lashes. exhaling. inhaling. chest rises - lowers. this fragrant heat swells and crashes and shimmers like the ocean. it's burning quench searches for vapour but tastes only dust and detritus, its hunger unsated, it's thirst left so unsatisfied by way of excess satisfaction
it's not the word that is said, but the person who says it, that's what makes it darling.
love is salvation
hatred is salvation
the choice between
either redemption
is the only important decision
you will ever
make.
are you my chain? or are you my key?
are you
perhaps
both
something unfinished. not whole. not complete. something that has diminished from its original shape. lost itself in some way, amnesiac of it's former properties. believes itself complete
i don't feel as vulnerable anymore, not as exposed, like an open flame naked to the stinging cold i have been sharpened into shape, more heat than light. reawakened with the oxygen to live, burning enough for two. kindling each other as kindred, reaching, rising, ascending, scaling, holding - out of necessity, out of comfort.
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