We-Write-To-Escape

Once upon a Time in Italy near the comune of Nemi while walking at a crossroads amidst mystery and melancholy of the street I heard a talking walnut tree a peculiar pulpit and wandered through its holy woods. Carefully stepping through grasses and over mossy stones I came upon a deer path. A trail I tread until nightfall when it led to a lake. The water’s surface shimmered illuminated by the night sky. A cosmic mirror speckled with stars. Overcast on sunken warships of the Emperor sleeping on the lake’s bed dreaming of a drowned cat sacrificed in the sea to summon storms. So I made my way along its shore ruminating on the reflection and arrived at ancient ruins where walls had overgrown with weeping ivy and boughs blooming with mistletoe. A sanctuary where worshipped wilderness reclaimed broken bricks as its own. And solus amidst this Dianic scene was a woman whose white skin glowed under the full moon. Reminiscent of marble memorials or statuesque sculptures of Venus. She had a red

why do we tug on our own heartstrings seemingly all the time? hand back our future selves today and unchain from present misery yet- sometimes I want this pain as a healthy reminder of how hard I could feel for one single purpose her. but no more. I poured out all my hatred on her so it shouldn't be a surprise that as a return gift of parting, she only really said "I just wanted to do what's best for me." so maybe that's why I never wanted photos together. just to remain a faint distant stirring, and shudder. at the end of it all, she did tell me "those were some of the best times in my life." so I could only ask, "why couldn't we make more?" but her lips were firm. and her eyes glassy.

time, money, energy create lasting peace imbalances? correct them. good problems? have them. metronomic habit. anticipation (waiting) drains energy be like slightly sloshing water all along the river bank which softly erodes even the mightiest of mountains.

If your voice ever cracked, from speaking your love for another that was the shell of flawlessness being broken by bravery and truth, that was the beauty of imperfection, because there's nothing flawless or perfect about love. Your love was yours, that you gave to me, through teary eyes, and I won't forget. You're not mine and I'm not yours, but we have a spot we meet at where we talk, listen and talk some more And even though we're different, I've never felt like our worlds were crashing or even colliding into another, it just felt like us finding solace we may not have even known we were looking for. And you've been really warm. Nothing is final, and I'm done trying to make things stay the same. if I keep trying to capture the sunset I'll miss the night sky. If our love doesn't last forever, we still have those nights where we were the stars in the sky. I know love is never enough, because enough is never enough, but right now all I want is to remember that teary-eyed

her laugh is a small thunderclap that warms my soul and clears the clouds.

A Rose; From the Black Petal Man’s Garden Ho, now, thru and true, I stop thee, fair maid, on whateverthoust may descend upon thee that would have you rushing at this late hour; and thru my fields no less. Pray not thee warrant a fear, for what else could fields be made for if not for trampling about. … Pardon me, your Grace, but it would seem upon fair look of thee I recant my previous abrasion and see now to give you the proper respect you deserve. So fine a Lass could only flee in such tumultuous haste and fury if she were being pursued by foul wickedness of Ideals or the corruption that spawns in all our Kind. Pray that we not see corruptions sludge on one of the Kindred, for we may have to slay both an ideology and a friend. Nevertheless, my dear lady these moments are but common concern to our kind, as I recognize thee as a thing of beauty, regardless your haste. Pray, let me offer you refuge in my hidden home, it would be of most taking to a Lady of your stature, I assure

I see the truth for what it is. I never was meant to succeed in life. I was never meant to fulfill my dreams. I was never meant to stand on the podium amongst my peers. No, I was meant to fade away, Like the shadow at dawn, Retreating from the coming light of day.

Your smile and touch how I've missed it so much, the love, tenderness, and warmth of your hugs that made me feel so snug that I couldn't dream of living without you, and it's been two or three years since your passing, and every day I find myself asking why lord, and as I cry every night for you, my mind never sits still cause I always remember the days that I spent with you and how you made me feel gay and wanted when I was so down and haunted by my demons that I come home a wreck of emotional stress that my mind was so hard-pressed, but you took it away with ease and out of all the other people in my life that I love and cherish I will never forget the day you perished

Daphne wearing her purple and green bikini, wearing a lei/flower necklace around her neck, and flower crown on her head and completely barefoot was up early in the morning waiting at the pier with Link, Donkey Kong, and Diddy Kong as an old friend of Diddy's along with a friend of his have come to the island to see Diddy, the ship had just arrived and exiting the ship from the gangway was a brown bear with blue eyes, wears a pair of yellow shorts no shirt no shoes, a black belt, and a blue backpack. Banjo! Diddy yelled. Diddy Kong! The bear said as they ran to each other. Am I glad to see you we haven't seen each other since we defeated Wizpig and win back Timber's Island with racing. Banjo said. It has been ages, we really should catch up, you remember my uncle and best friend Donkey Kong, and I like to you to meet Island Princess Daphne, and Link. Said Diddy. It's a pleasure to meet you, a friend of Diddy's is a friend of ours. Daphne said as she shakes Banjo's hand. It's a pleasure