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I am here.

And I see you, sometimes, or speak to you; I am pressed to a glass wall, somehow within myself, watching you through it.

I speak but the words do not leave the lips of this eternally, bigger-than-myself, this glass outer which seems the only expression or manifestation of 'self' in this forsaken world.

I can feel myself crying out, but somehow these wordsthoughtsfeelings do not escape

can not escape

I am a nothing inside of this illusion; I am here, in this somewhere-nowhere inside of the Self.

I am aware of no solution to this barrier, it will not break. It seems unnoticeable to those outside.

The only 'me' that is true to this is the one encased here, and silent.


I watch the worlds of others as they turn in endless orbit around me, near or far, but I am so unable to touch; I find myself wondering if my hands are broken, for whatever capacity they exist, or if the voice I had is lost

I remember the once-was, times of change; I remember them as half-dream, and the guilt I feel at being unable to return to them is a weight that I know not if Atlas himself can bear.

My sky is inside; my world is confined here inside of me, inside of this glass effigy.

I remember moments surreal; being held through the storm; worlds of light beating at it for a time.

I am here in the nothing now, though, and this time, I am wholly alone.

I do not know how to open my own gates.

I am aching for the breath of something other; although "help" has never been a word so easily leaving my lips.

I remember this place. I remember crouching here, and there was blood; so much blood.

It is frightening, to feel so alone.
I could be..I am, here.

And there are little galaxies, twisting in their foreign orbits, scattered near me, out of reach.

I can only watch, without understanding, though I do not know if that was always the way of it.

I am here, and it is cold, and it is dark.

And I can see you, half-hidden by a star.

I know your ears are willing and open; but somehow, I cannot find my voice to call to you.

I want to reach out to you, but I cannot raise my arms.

I am here, and it is lonely in the dark.
we each spent that december with a little monster
growing within ourselves;

but yours was made
entirely of you, and mine was made
of us

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underorion
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I am a fool for love songs;

I love getting mail(especially from people I love).

(& I'm not who you think I am).

I am here to be a better person.

for those who don't recognise it, my icon is a picture of Orion
hello lovelies. this is just as a note; all apologies for my lack of posts of late, but classes have started again and so the time goes. I'm in a couple of writing classes, and in a matter of minutes I'll be posting some of the writing from them. Keep in mind, it's mainly written from prompts, unfinished and unpolished. enjoy, if you happen to look.




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anapests-and-ink Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the watch and all the favs!
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LadyBitterblue Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You write wonderfully. I hope you're doing well and have a beautiful day. :heart:
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for your :+devwatch: I appreciate the support!

With love,
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imaginative-lioness Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank-you so much for taking the time to add 'Soldier' to your favourites, it truly means a lot! Hope you have a wonderful day. :heart:

:huggle: :love:
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Nullibicity Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:iconthxfavplz: It's warmly appreciated! :happybounce::thanks:
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