To impart knowledge. To stir minds.
To trouble souls out of stasis.
There is a Labyrinth and we are in it.
Get up and carry this torch. 8 more words
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The sorrow I feel is beginning to scar– your name– it doesn’t hurt anymore, I’m already at the bottom of the ocean spinning my last spin I am cycling–and all of the memories I don’t have of you yet are spinning with me and in me are clauses of you–pieces of your beauty–all of the traces I’ve managed to capture from this distance–the worlds biggest mistake.
Lullaby is a poetic, picaresque live fiction written in 365 installments.You, dear reader — my twin, my sister — are necessary to the story, as it is your absence that generates the text. 170 more words