Icarus
you are done up in
deep blues, purples
faded ocher
a nebula of bruises and
scar tissue
cue the fade, following this eventual
realization,
life is :
letting yourself be torn in half,
reconstructed
setting fire to your prison
thirty stories of glass and concrete and
contrived combustion
wax wings soaring too close to the sun
lunging at the
chaos
eyes blazing, drunk on the mayhem
body burnt beyond recognition
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I still don’t particularly like the last bit. I will perhaps come back and change it when I think of something better. I started this off thinking of a burlesque dancer (the whole done up in blues and purples bit) but it ended up being more about fire than anything else.
(who wants to live forever anyways?)
I’ve been on a canoeing trip in the boundary waters for the past week. Oh hey! you wanna see a meteor shower your best bet is anytime after 11:59 PM on the eleventh… basically super early the morning of the 12th
Also! I moved into my new apartment which is sort of a huge deal for me.
And! A song for you
troutpasta 