I dare you to catch razor butterflies
yours truly

Jaey '19
ex-peps , ex-wwss, ex-saint, ex-jjcian, current pioneer
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Loss
Friday, May 18, 2007

I'm afraid that with each passing day, your losing the glimmer in those eyes. Do we still keep the dreams alive, can we still see the final destination ?

Please trust me, I won't lie like the shards of glass we're all too familiar with.

I never believed that religion would provide us with faces, that it would present the anchor to our drifts wrapped in pink foil and ribbon. Ludicrous in my eyes, reveling in yours.
I always thought that my family was the greatest grounds for me, and God acted through them. I'm still on my search towards my faith, to find my place within all these hypocrisy.

Don't shove it down my esophagus.

You promised Gold & Sea Dragons, but all i got was a balloon. Pink. Smudged in pink. You picked me up, hoping that the wind might catch me. I fell and watched you drift away on your pink balloons and glitter-eyes. I hope to see you again someday, and i'll keep mine.
Too many things have been broken, mend it. And you promised me Gold & Sea Dragons
, and you promised me, you.

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