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I'm tired,
Oh, so tired.
Do you understand?
Let me sleep!
It's been a while,
since I've seen you.
Do you think of me?
I think of you!
But I don't want to,
because it hurts to.
Does it hurt for you?
It had better!
I'm tired of you,
And everything about you.
Are you tired of me?
I reckon you are!
Oh, so tired.
Do you understand?
Let me sleep!
It's been a while,
since I've seen you.
Do you think of me?
I think of you!
But I don't want to,
because it hurts to.
Does it hurt for you?
It had better!
I'm tired of you,
And everything about you.
Are you tired of me?
I reckon you are!
Literature
Opalescent
Opalescent
puddles shimmer aside pick-ups
and diesel engines resting
in the lot of a local diner.
The highway rumble fades
to jukebox country and patron
chatter past glass doors
smudged with the syrupy fingerprints
of apple-cheeked children.
There are no leftovers; everyone
leaves full or happy or contemplative,
eyes on the sky or head tilted
down, gazing into oil slick rainbows
and seeing entire worlds.
Literature
Memory Ripples
“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away...” - wrote Terry Pratchett, whose works I like a lot and read quite often.
So, here's a story of some ripples, to remember someone long dead and most likely – forgotten by everyone, but a handful of people, me being one of them.
The story I'm going to write about had happened in the 70s, in the USSR, when my father was just a teenager, and he, his little brother and their parents were going on a cruise down the Volga River. From what I know, it was actually quite a nice experience, despite only going from one river-town to another basically in a r
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Haunted part 1
''This is such a pretty little house!'' Sarah proclaimed as she followed her sister inside. The front yard was overgrown and needed much work, ivy growing up the sides of the house and overgrown grass made it hard to walk trough. But the inside of the house was very modern with white walls and a wooden floor. The living room and kitchen were connected by a small hallway that also led to the toilet. Next to the front door was a door leading to the stairs to the basement and next to that door were the stairs leading to the first floor. The living room still full of boxes with only the couch and dining table in it's place.
Sarah's sister was so
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Pretty intense, love it *~*