watch as the grace smokes off their bones. i'll smile but only for a moment. for everything is fleeting. the last breath will be a peace maker, drawing all the sound from the room. patiently i pray. i sit and i wait. not a single tear will fall from the skies. but gravity will pull me back down. eventually i will fall back to the earth. eventually, what rises must crash to the ground. and from the ground we are stuck, only way left is back up. we are hesitant for we know that up means down. down, down, down. taking a risk to find a tear still lingering in the eye of the overseer. nobody meant for you to feel the pain quite like this. now you've only got fifty seconds to find your way. the ropes holding you up begin to fray. flooding with thoughts, not again, not so soon, i thought i was safe. you rose without climbing. but this too shall pass.
i would like to visit georgia.
i don't really care what you say.
"destruction and creation are the same thing after all."
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