untitled, flood.it always begins with a quiet rush before the flood, before the crash of wreckage and loss,untitled, flood.
and too quickly it's over, and we're left to pick up the pieces that have become scattered around
by this storm. eyes, read and swollen look around at the mess and the rushing beat of hearts can't be ceased, all the pieces are scattered (of a life once whole) by a crash of two energies rolling over into a wave that only ends in destruction and loss.
hysteria and mania, ups and downs, a loss but at fault of our own. minds keep on spinning
CastleI’ve built a wall around the city! No doors or gates in sight. No one’s going in or out. We’re an island for tonight!Castle
No one to build our buildings, or capture our precious gold.
No one to shame our pride and girth: our fears have been consoled.
I’m so proud of this fortress. I feel save within its grasp, because no one out there can hurt me, now, I’ve locked the cryptic clasp.
I lie alone and say it’s right: that I’m better off this way. I’d rather be save within these walls than have my hear
Sestina in the moment.It’s so frustrating to be stuck inbetween sheets, thoughts and lives. I can’t imagine going on like this, and I can’t imagine anything different. All I know is I’m still here and there’s nothing I can doSestina in the moment.
about it. The dew on the window pane is stuck, and although I hear a future of difference, I know lives can change and tomorrow will be different from today. But I can see this
preoccupation with change, this struggle of “what can we do, I don’t want to be like them: I want to be different.
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Annette
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I think animal testing is a terrible idea;
they get all nervous and give the wrong answers.
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see what i can do -> [link]
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