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11 February 2013 @ 03:57 pm
this is and this isn't  
Time folds
like paper
thousands
of tiny
triangle
shapes

Unfolds,
uneven,
then all
the lost pieces
will fall into place

This is where we last left off
this is where I left my wings
this is where I left my sentence
and this is where I'll cut the strings

Because the map was distorted
because sometimes it's hard to see
because sometimes we're reading it all upside down
because some locked places don't have any keys

Because we must swallow our sobs
because we must tear out our eyes
because we must burn to ashes, to ashes
when we don't know how to fly

because then we are carried on warm ocean breezes
because then we forget who we are
because then we remember as memory pleases
because then we shall dance on the stars

and time folds
like paper
thousands
on thousands
of uneven shapes

folded and folded
and folded and stored
until we've again
lost our way

This is the way to direction
this isn't the way to the end
this is the way to the stars, if we fail
remember not to forget

you'll remember
again
and again
and again
 
 
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rageofwinter on February 14th, 2013 08:57 pm (UTC)
So beautiful...