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Saturday, April 5th, 2008
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3:12a - x-post from October of '05 when I was in love with the moon
A child on the edge of the world. Doll eyes and a devilish smile and he looks into the void.
He breaths deeply and a chest of impossible frailty expands, filling with the air of forever.
A rock, on the edge, and he kicks it. His foot flees it's peaceful home and then charges the immortal pebble with the speed of fright. It sails, this pebble out, out, out into the emptyness and hovers with no point of reference and floats, safely, unscathed, a pioneer into the dark depth. Doll eyes watch unblinking, unthinking and soon there is nothing to see. No scream of terror to hear, just falling into gone.
A moment of silence for a fallen friend. Another small stone noticed. So close to the edge, this one, as though it has crept there timid and searching. The sudden foot creeps, too. This time he moves gently, softly, frightenedly. The tip, the very end of his shoe and touch. He watches, sees surely the very stitch that very point that nudges, follows on the stones nearly ended journey. On the edge it hangs, a moment to consider. Finally, resignation and another fall. Now it skitters down the cliff. It slams and bounces and chips and cries in percussion as it tumbles, hopeless. Bits are brought with him on his scrabbling journey. Finding purchase only to tear it away and down into the dark deep.
Our boy, our beautiful baby boy sees. His devilish smile that we thought had left him is back now. His white tears have to veer around it on the race to his chin. Doll eyes do not watch his second friend any further.
Those feet, those feet again are kicking, kicking away the world of pebbles, pushing away the world of stones. One final kick and he stands on the corner of there and there and then he is floating. Silence tears tears from his face, dries doll eyes. Devilish smile only for the depth ahead.
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3:13a - AAAAAAAAnd rebut.
So below we have an example of what happens when the spoiled is denied.
Now these "doll eyes" are a little less bright, a tiny bit battered, but all of my own leap.
I fell and fell and was not met by end, as I so thought I would be. I'm broken and reset, yes. Bruises and scars have faded. I fucking lived.
And how now, I've found and lost and found and lost and found and...you get it. Damn these silly beats of a dumbshit muscle.
I'm done, though, you see? After this, I give. Last try and then the cats.
Possible, very possible.
Leave the rocks alone you little shit, and take a look at life.
current mood: Richard says *purrr* (comment on this)
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