;; sugar baby, honey sweet ;;
;; sugar baby, honey sweet ;;
a chapter book by i.m
❝THESE HOSTILE NATIONS ARE ABOUND❝
we wanted to be the sky, but
the heavens are already so crowded.
gravity and nebulas and religion and superstition to the point
where there would be no room for a mortal to dine.
here's for another perspective:
the world should take a idea from stephen king and
throw up a dome between the winners and them.
but all gladiators, all victorious warriors lose at some point.
the world cannot be built from cute iPhone cases,
20% off sales,
and a muttered discussion behind closed doors,
but the modern world gives it a valiant effort.
the same world that confuses reality with copyright,
warzones and a debate on oppression and privilege that should have been
over a millennia or seven ago,
and called life a blessing and a curse both in the same bottle.
but it is also the same world of a half forgotten optimism,
of kids in hats smiling at blurry pictures that captured their bursts of energy,
and their days when semper ad meliora and dum vivimus, vivamus were
a battle cry that fell from gentle lips.
proud without being arrogant,
passionate without being cruel,
gentle without being naive,
young and forgotten.
i did suffer from a lack of - something.
(and there is no coming back from it.)
(i think.)
καλὴ τύχη.
❝ASKING MORPHEUS FOR A REFUND❝
maybe even the devil wants it all to stop.
maybe it hurt when he replaced feather-light wings with ichor that burnt
more than a little like fear and pain and guilt and pride and love and support.
tell me, when did chastity become a blend of sugar and sin?
love is kind, love is a cruel; love is a cold requirement of warmth.
there is something in your throat about how you can't change legends,
but it's trapped.
it's also bound in with i'm sorry and i love you, but they've always been there.
(i don't want to sleep forever; i want to live forever)