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time itself has me displaced

Thu Mar 12, 2009, 1:52 AM
I can no longer place the fear in time nor space, rather it must linger somewhere amidst or above it all, looming like a gray streak across colorful skies. Life's not bad, it hasn't been. I don't feel so dissonant or fading, but something's mindfully amiss. Maybe it's that here, we've already shared five years.. and I guess time passes like that. Like this. And things rarely mean what they should, and people hardly grow to be for the better. But that's okay, most days. Though you should know that in each of you there is a dream I'm sure we do not share. There's an imagination in me that builds you up and spins you round, playmaking some silly ideal storyline for us all. And though time may pass, the dreaming does not. It stays with me, with that eternal unknowing state, that which I call permanence. It stays with me despite the brackish fervor of time, and of course, as do you all.

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~6-Simplicity-9 Mar 12, 2009, 3:12:06 PM
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This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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Mood: Delighted ~frtherisforver Mar 19, 2009, 2:47:26 AM
I agree. We all do have dreams but most people are simpletons grasping for the mere feeling of living. So they love not because they want to but because of their insecurity and needing. I found I’m just a passing formation of a macabre lesson to abide by. I am the compassion that always dies, so I die every time I think with the heart on my sleeve. Deception is the posture I never wanted to be.

Hey ya. I'm wondering when you will receive this message. I've got much more to write but this is what came into my mind so far. I will message you late. Buh Bye for now.

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Is there no world for tomorrow if we wait for today?
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~frtherisforver Mar 21, 2009, 7:09:26 PM
Imitations of this broader spectra of lights. Monday laughter inspired by the weak-end morning regrets. My wine falling in a cacophony of intervals scattered in no chronological order or context of discernable reasoning. I am without. My mind just a throbbing remnant of courage I can no longer agree with or justify. Stardust contorts my contrition and faltering grace. A battered bridge remains.

This is that last of what i've got. Laterz.

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Is there no world for tomorrow if we wait for today?
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~subthricecity Mar 23, 2009, 6:57:21 AM
The whoring deluge confounds, caught somewhere between a cosmonaut’s wet dream and the spurring relief of temples. We couldn’t have prayed for better weather, but everything below the sun speaks of surer demise, and we stand erect in wait touring the corners of the universe. We stand in wait, awaiting some purer form of belief to deliver us to the center. The center of it all, I’m sure of it, is where we’ll meet in crippling defeat, swept up through the notions of life and relieved to relive the bolstering tyranny of incurable humanity. Transcendence is all we’ve believed but the weight of gravity offers no release, and here I am, awaiting the afterglow of some monumental wave of sea to help me feel alive, or at least, a little bit free.
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~frtherisforver Apr 2, 2009, 5:15:01 PM
The monumental matters, when everything of purpose is completely shattered. I won't build castles in the sky or question why the battered bridge survives. When we only meet vacant faces, cynicism and equal complacence. I'll remember to breathe, breathe in everything about you that caused me to believe. And although this blistering tyranny is of reality, I embrace these ideals in due humanity. Maybe when I smile I can meet the warmness of your eyes. Maybe honesty can bring me back to life. But it is, when you smile, it is, when you try, it will be all right in the corners perturbed by florescent light.

My first time in access of a computer since the last message I sent you. Take care.

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Is there no world for tomorrow if we wait for today?
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~subthricecity Apr 15, 2009, 7:00:48 AM
The fluorescence drowns us beneath the bridge, sinking to the corners and fading with the flickering stars. It's hard to feel alive most nights, but maybe we can try. It's hard to grow old this time, but it's the aptitude of our lives. As the spectrum elongates, we take the wait and slide into whatever might be considered fate. It's the park bench, and it's the humid air, and it's the slow light that clings to your shirt and speaks of human demise.. and something else, resembling love.
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~frtherisforver Apr 22, 2009, 3:41:46 PM
I’m fading into this night like the pain, ever deeper drowning out the light. So we will try, seeing beyond our feral state, fading fate, within at least our minds eye. Refuting the expectations made from others, falling around each other like puzzles, day by day. I wonder, what it’s like exploring corners of foreign continents, confident in the air conditioned terminal. Wanting and waiting, ready to take you away. Cigarettes sliding off my fingertips like I could never have enough imitations of love.

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Is there no world for tomorrow if we wait for today?
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~subthricecity Apr 27, 2009, 6:20:03 AM
Inexorable, the moments that fade; despite the soft nature of cotton light between sheets. The lulling of the camera's eye, the white waves at Calcutta's side. And so it is, and so it goes, 'cross multitudes of oceanic tides, past airplane flickers and stars alike, I'm off, I'm further tomorrow than I ever have been. I don't feel like saying goodbye, I'm nervously shuffling a faltering deck. Asserting the impermanence that you and I both hold; life, ephemeral. Love, eternal. It's only the soaring reality of our dualism we forever cease to know.
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