Time seems among near & distant thieves in those moments—an elephant of loneliness' delirium—but time itself can be an enjoyed miracle within the fog, like peace in knowing Rudolph's nose is lighting the way. 5

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"Si el corazón pudiera pensar, se pararía."
Fernando Pessoa

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“Kiss me like it’s do or die”
Jason Derulo

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I don't need to demystify the beauty of sunsets or go back to the childhood search for the trickster God. I feel no need to annoy the boy next door for a talisman oddly identical to a dried orange peel. I need to start diving in clouds to reclaim my path.

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Bouquets: often given as part of a celebration or forgiveness catalyst—but no matter how lovingly watered in pleasing vases, their flowers will wilt in immured gloom. I know such sad days away from the sun.

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My heart pines for Saturday evenings of pudding on funnel cakes after department store walks. For all the chatter and squeaky shopping cart wheels, I found silence where all amplified. This house is just silent.

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Deceit lays on desperate tongues, having manifested from seeded betrayal. When spoken, it waits for love to breathe it in, coats lungs holding clear aired philosophies with an awkward, sweltering strain.

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The cold would be sloughed off our shoulders where tomorrow's morning spills; and gravity would take us to a home away from home where the only things falling from the skies are rain, snow, and petals softer than silk. 5

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He came to her during the devil's' hour & granted her vainest wish, promising to never sever their connection so long as it pleased.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, extending her new wings.

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A boy's love became the precursor of her dying sun. He surmised that to win her favour, he must pluck the fire surrounding her shadows. In the end, she'd burst into a flurry of petals and took to the skies, existing as a dead wish.

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Promise me
this brittle paper butterfly
won't be
thrust
into that sea
of sharp brooches
who provoke us
w/ their false
endless
good deeds.
Promise me
I'll go away
where I can
sow precious seeds,
harvest them
forward,
roots free.

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Maybe it was you in the sky, washing away my hidden blights with gentle rain after days of silent pleads to soothe them. Maybe it was you who asked Mother Nature to send earth the moonbow I saw from my bedroom window. You kept me warm.

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Is it my imagination?
Was that an outblowing of emotion?
Have I resigned my soul to damnation?
The Mad Hatter claims devotion?
Can he sense my agitation?
At his surprising romantic notion?






🎞️Alice In Wonderland (2010)

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Life could be wonderful with kindness in high prestige, how lush happiness would grow if we'd water its seeds. Such supple words twirl through my mind as stars dart the sky, flowers in their beds, our hairs amid their sighs.

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"Come and kiss me and let’s forget."
F. Scott Fitzgerald
by Tibaldo Rodríguez Donado

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