Curate, connect, and discover
Sometimes I'm like a spinning top. I fall away; spinning out of control where I eventually pick myself up, only to fall again. But I've learned a valuable lesson being the spinning top. Eventually I'll settle and focus on my surroundings and know that it'll be okay.
(I will never forget this—)
.
They brought siege engines to your town,
Armies to the valleys of your body and the plains of your skin.
They brought mercenaries to carve the sword off your arm.
The fires are lit; the people
.
are afright. They run akimbo, packing what little they have to hide in
the citadel,
Protected by cranial bones and a mouth barred shut like a gate.
We are hidden, but we are not.
Your eyes are windows
.
To your castle—see the servants rushing to prepare, prepare
For siege, prepare
For battle, prepare
For death.
We bear scars from the last skirmish,
Blast marks from the last catapults to try and bring down these walls.
.
Yes. That is where these bruises are from. That is where these fears
are from.
.
They light their catapults.
.
(—I will never forgive this)
.
—knight in broken armour (y.c.)
Love and despair are drawn from the same well.
I cannot always tell which is the poison,
And which is the cure.
— y.c.
When you try to look up to something and you realize you were looking down at hell the whole time, the brightness of the flames still burn blotches in your eyes even after you’ve looked away.