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Here I am again, upon the edge. The high and ultimate height, where I ask myself yet again whether the power bottled and quiet before me is worth the erasure of tomorrow.
It's all to easy too say that it is. Empower the night, forfeit the day, and tell myself as the room spins everything is okay.
I guess I will. I will let go, because the future is an abstract, a sword that strikes down past and future even as it is perfectly balanced in the present, a sort of Excalibur that cleaves the gloom of the moment. It's so addictive, so perfect, so...strong and right and real, in the here and now that is both my open wings and cruel cage.
Adeline...to the dark with us both. I've missed you so, and I know that while your purpose is to destroy me when we walk this path together it's the only time I feel alive.
Strange isn't it, when the light is the dark, when what makes life worth living is in reality what kills you. I hate this horrid juxtapose don't you?
A little like an empty carnival, the rides all silent, the long shadow of the ferris wheel looming over stands that should have folded, everyone gone home and your spirit so beholden to a time and place lost and broken and rewoven.
I know though. Let's find the sea, leave behind the broken reverie, and in the broken glass of the tide's susurrus you can see me as the waves drown what's left of one broken fox's possibilities.
We lose the key in the shallows and then we surrender the very marrow, the crowd cares not and so I drown in sorrow.
It's all to easy too say that it is. Empower the night, forfeit the day, and tell myself as the room spins everything is okay.
I guess I will. I will let go, because the future is an abstract, a sword that strikes down past and future even as it is perfectly balanced in the present, a sort of Excalibur that cleaves the gloom of the moment. It's so addictive, so perfect, so...strong and right and real, in the here and now that is both my open wings and cruel cage.
Adeline...to the dark with us both. I've missed you so, and I know that while your purpose is to destroy me when we walk this path together it's the only time I feel alive.
Strange isn't it, when the light is the dark, when what makes life worth living is in reality what kills you. I hate this horrid juxtapose don't you?
A little like an empty carnival, the rides all silent, the long shadow of the ferris wheel looming over stands that should have folded, everyone gone home and your spirit so beholden to a time and place lost and broken and rewoven.
I know though. Let's find the sea, leave behind the broken reverie, and in the broken glass of the tide's susurrus you can see me as the waves drown what's left of one broken fox's possibilities.
We lose the key in the shallows and then we surrender the very marrow, the crowd cares not and so I drown in sorrow.
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