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[stormynytia]

things that inspire us. things that mark our passage through time, not time's scars passively drifting over eyelids and memories.
march. march. march.
begin again? truly you must be....
i hear the same song on repeat.
i hear it and i am inspired to push into sounds startling and fresh
bloody lips in the snow, words clinging to them before spreading
new wings.
painful and erotic
stretching straining to attain closeness
then the familiar feeling of being overwhelmed
my body wants to reject unfamiliar self
deep breaths, let the waves wash over me
i must not lose the light.
i must know i can fly alone
let my words soar
i can taste the blood now
smiling, because i have won
now where do i go from here?
how will this experience manifest itself
where will i go
the possibilities are overwhelming
i am falling again
the esctasy of my future
i am not content to fall into my destiny
i will not stumble into my future
breathe, i will be ok.
breathe, relax but do not forget.
underneath layers of memories
this one bleeds through
an aching reminder with every word i speak