aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - the words looped an arm around the sorrow's shoulder and led it away into the sharp cornflower of october night. it's what i summoned them to do, but now that they've gone, i can't help but notice an inky vein of loneliness in my renewed peace. but i know it's foolish to miss my muse's bruises - i know i only want them so i can prove my rumbling old-growth beauty (to myself, maybe, or to some blue-eyed sweetness). i can find peace in rest. and i can find peace in dreams, too, especially those rushing blue memories, the mocking echoes, the long-dead promises. they're no more or less real than the glittery buzzing nights that gave them form. i can wake to the earnest dying light of the afternoon with the gently bittersweet knowledge that the world can still be lovely every once in a starcrossed while. 7:42 p.m. - 2013-10-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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