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a fairytale that doesn't end(:

<3

ohmytian i lost my voice two days before carolling
shoot me

old, disused well
partially hidden by the tall lallang,
constantly shrouded by a web of folklore and grandmother tales.
the children were warned never to go near
and neither curiousity nor rebellion could rouse them to
disobey.

and so it was, that the well slowly faded from the memories
of both living and dead,
like the gentle bleaching out of photographs.
one didn't even notice its absence
till the bulldozers came, ready to transform the quiet solace
of the field into yet more stacks of paper and figures.
and the groups of foreign workers stood round the forgotten memory,
in quiet awe of the reconcilation of time

dreams
are something so fragile, so delicate,
they can be crushed far more easily than
a withered rose petal. reduced
to a mere smattering of glass shards,
shards that had once caught the light of day and formed rainbows
out of the dark and grey.

why pin your hopes on the passing winds?
why throw caution away?
why follow the gods of passion?

is that flutter of heart able to withstand the onslaught of
the weapons of mortals,
mere mortals elevated to hallowed heights by life's never ending sums of
gain and loss.

view the gnarled and twisted branches
that have spread for ages,
from a time past,
from a distant paradigm.
a solitary soul, soldiering on in its quest
just another one of society's misfits.
forgotten, abandoned, and quite alone

why follow the gods of passion?

threads interwoven to form a braid
a partnership that lasts and sustains

but if i were to snip it
just like that
would it still be considered whole?

and i can't believe i was so stupid

run over that rope bridge now



well, that seems to be the least i can do to keep afloat
though seriously i don't feel like treading water anymore (not that i actually remember how to)
probably just have enough energy to come within sight of my life buoy
would i ever be able to reach shore?

skipping pebbles along the water surface
have you ever wondered where they go after they sink?
have you ever wondered if they wanted to go where they went?
currents can be a cruel thing,
snatching away all that you want,
pushing you away from the goal that you wish for

yet, they just might be able to push you up on shore



and this hunger is gnawing away at me
but there's still a long way to go
the knee-deep mud may deter and try to stop me
each step is energy consuming and suddenly i feel like just standing there and not moving
but move on, i must
for the steppe is endless

so move on, i must