I miss looking at the stars. I miss things that are yet to happen. Unconditionality. I miss what I'm hoping for. I mistook. I miss the same view. I miss effect. Future ingrained, went to find some lavender -- no one wondered. Underwhelmed. I Mistranslated. Learning to be late. Learning waiting. Mischief, perhaps soon.
SotW 5/1:
Someone You'd Admire Fleet Foxes
After all is said and done I feel the same
All that I hoped would change within me stayed
Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore
Warming his hands, a thousand years ago
I walk with others in the yearning to get out
Claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout
One of them wants only to be someone you'd admire
One would as soon just throw you on the fire
After all is said and after all is done
God only knows which of them I'll become
All that I hoped would change within me stayed
Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore
Warming his hands, a thousand years ago
I walk with others in the yearning to get out
Claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout
One of them wants only to be someone you'd admire
One would as soon just throw you on the fire
After all is said and after all is done
God only knows which of them I'll become
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