little nothingsi put in my box of little things a little of me, a little of you to remember the little things we share as little by little we grow apartlittle nothings
little did i know how pointless it was to keep these little things moreso this little box of things i realized that, little by little
so i wrapped it up tied it a ribbon bow with one end to a rock prayed prayers long and last and threw it into the sea
FeatherfallAs a tern flies through empty sky A gust crosses the unseen road Slightly disturbing the bird’s fly Flaking off a downfeather’s nodeFeatherfall
Down, down, gently floating aside Carried by currents to and fro Adrift white horses’ silver hide Knowing nowhere's the way to go
Cloud by cloud, ‘til no more of such And only air to break the fall Still descending gentle as much Finding itself coming to a knoll
And so this feather soft of down Finds rest in a boy’s ‘lil shoulder The child smiles to what he has found And po
BANGLet me think of something as ludicrous as love.BANG
Madness.
Love is maddening but not Madness itself. For madness is a line you cross to reach some other world.
Love is Madness' benefactor.
Ah, Love. Mad with it. Mad without it.
Whether in fullness or emptiness, It is Maxwell's daemon; The culprit upon the ears of saints and sinners alike.
A Daemon of silver tongue and not an eye blind. Love is not blind, but blinding.
It is not an illusion, but Illusion's creator. Nor a drive,
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raphael does photography, too!
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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You know something? I'm cool with this!
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