Designer: Manikka
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The World crumbles, or self-destructs..the other end is left hanging. The pen answers, the music soothes, hips sway, words come, colors flow. Promises expire, and occasions become days..this is the beginning of forgetfulness: negligence, by choice. This is the way by which renewal comes without the cost of tear-stained sheets and empty hangovers -this is the option that eases out the need to scream for that shot glass.

Contrary to this insanely fickle weather, my own skies have cleared..I've slipped back into my age, right where I've belonged (and forgotten to belong) -back into present happiness. You've fit, perfectly, back into my favorite keepsake box to be kept atop my highest shelf Forever. Precisely until Hell freezes over.


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Silence bears some grudge against me..it brings the cloudiness back into my far and away gaze; it purses my lips and grits my teeth. It glazes my vision, leaving plaid skirts and magazine cutouts to fade into old tiles and older thoughts. The steady background noise -a.k.a. the all too familiar Assumptionista banter, folds into a heartbeat.

I cannot keep myself when the silence comes..it insists upon all of me. My present's defenses crumble, brick by brick, with every tick. There's so little left to resort to, in the armory..soon enough, it's all going to be down to stolen glances and wishful thinking.

Regardless..there are no guarantees -not even of failure, or despair; all we've got in this life are opportunities to fight, and the chance to make things right, for our own sake. In time, I will have convinced the most stubborn bits of my mind and soul..and the silence will find no means of attack. My resolve will shelter no weakness whatsoever.
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I hate nights when I can write the saddest lines.
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If my Faith could move mountains, I'd leave no room for doubt. There'd be no question of who we were and what we've done..there'd be just us; what we are, what we'll always be. If my Faith could move mountains, I'd leave no room for regret..and you'd have as much Faith in yourself as I do, in you..and you'd have a little Faith in my Faith, too.

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I wish I could mean to leave it at
"Let's just not"

..but I pull away, wince at the pain
I alone have inflicted upon
nobody but myself
-when all I really want to do
is elicit a little sensation from you;
and reach back in for that
half-hearted "try",
those words that always seem to come
with a two-week expiration.
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There's always been no other way to feel at ease in this skin and at Home with these bones. No other way than this: to belong, so obviously, to the one I'd fall to my knees, whispering "please understand"s, for -the one with whom there is no doubt, no hesitation. The love that simply is.

After an age of fear and flight, my need to fight has come into perfect terms with the damn world..nothing's falling into place: everything's suspended in the sky, like a million constellations, and I haven't bothered to ask why.
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