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7. The number of god, of creation and fables.
The number that wasn't enough to end my life.
I kept waiting for some sign, some side-effect. none.
I feel that even if I swallowed all the pills in our cabinet, my life would be incapable of ending.
Into the stars I looked in the darkness of childhood and promised that if it were to continue,
5th grade would be the end. I would ensure it. Ironically enough, that year and the next were the only ones
that I was not depressed.
November. Hand shaking. 3, glistening white orbs. Into the mouth. Time for school.
I would finish later. I would do it this time. I never felt so damn sure.
Then a story slips, god-words
from an aged human mouth. The butterfly, the soul, my symbol. meaning.
I feel the meaning of my existence, and the universe is screaming for me to continue.
"This is not where you die" the voice whispers.
"this is not where I die" I repeat. trying to believe.
The number that wasn't enough to end my life.
I kept waiting for some sign, some side-effect. none.
I feel that even if I swallowed all the pills in our cabinet, my life would be incapable of ending.
Into the stars I looked in the darkness of childhood and promised that if it were to continue,
5th grade would be the end. I would ensure it. Ironically enough, that year and the next were the only ones
that I was not depressed.
November. Hand shaking. 3, glistening white orbs. Into the mouth. Time for school.
I would finish later. I would do it this time. I never felt so damn sure.
Then a story slips, god-words
from an aged human mouth. The butterfly, the soul, my symbol. meaning.
I feel the meaning of my existence, and the universe is screaming for me to continue.
"This is not where you die" the voice whispers.
"this is not where I die" I repeat. trying to believe.
We Were Born To Die
"Choose your last words
This is the last time
Because you and I -
We were born to die."
Marigold pills by the dozen does not quite block out the sun - yet. Ruby wine and sleeping orbs. I aspire to die young. Sparkling and deeply shadowed. I aspire to be the muse that dies before she reveals all her secrets. What is to look up to when all the stars are gone?
Up from Below
I remember a scene in the Wind Up Bird Chronicle where the protagonist lies in a well for days.
He brushes the neck of death. He looks up at the stars. He looks up at the stars from the lowest place he has ever inhabited.
They seem to embrace him, to enclose his tiny space. From the bottom of the well he has never felt closer to the stars.
I lie on the bottom, looking up. But never have I felt closer. Than here. Right here.
"But now I’ve already suffered I want you to know God
Im riding on Hell’s hot flames coming up from below
Yes I’ve already suffered I want you to know God
I’m riding on Heaven’s flames c
Ready to Live
How subtle the lungs;
Those quiet instruments
delicate...
I'm not ready
For the symphony to end yet.
Still Alive
Happiness is radiating from my body.
An absurd and incredible feeling after swimming in a pool of darkness for most of the year.
I cannot be more grateful for my life than in this moment.
I've made it this far and I'm still alive. MAHAHA.
I've defeated my arch-nemesis once again--- ME!
Take that!
Dear Jade-vader:
"This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Sci
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