we were already
pushing away from the
light that the world poured
into, the seagull flapped
in between my days where
you wrecked and pinched
the stony walls i had
gathered myself into.
here, when all my notions
fall away, you're there
halfway a shadow, a sleepy
hooded figure colored with
enigma, the propensity of
thoughful thinking you leave
me with,
i am nervous, i hate to have
to say it to myself, allowing
the folds of your voice to
puncture into my mirrored
distance of the world.
You are the glass i look
into, and find a silver
reflection of myself smile
into existance, a real image,
a final fit to the riveting
garden of lives
i've swept away from all
these years













Comments
how are you doing?
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<3
'folds of your voice'
b-eautiful, as always
It's really good to read your writing again, and yeah I think I know who it's about
The long sentences were sometimes kinda hard to follow, but I think if you made the last couple of lines a single sort of... section on their own then the contrast would really work, and fit the title awesomely too
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Dare to think.
I'm doing fine thankyou. A few days away from my 12 grade finals and freaking out. I'm so jealous of you-you're done with yours.
What are you upto these days?
I have been sitting around, socialising and working. I'm about to start uni though, next week
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<3
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