the_way_it_works_and_the_laws_that_govern_it sabbie And i can’t fine tune the daisies with damaged, outsized nails, demons of the night, and murderers. And i cannot cling to translation stones and the dawn, myths, and boring art forms. Or that missing child. Collision and caves and cults and combinations and all those single girls. Their beginnings and their endings are not sufficient for me. i can nod to someone else’s faeries but it is not proper nor fair for me to cage them. Caged faeries never sing as beautifully. Or as clearly. And i cannot take to haunting Celtic hills that aren’t my own. i must find my own way. i can piece together fragments of other people’s maps, but i must make my own way home. 010222 ... kamiwhodoesntmatter Oh, if you only knew How anxious and lonely it is On either side of it all The way it all works out So perfect in design No other possible ending Fate intervened, they'll say But it is a bitter victory One more breath, and one more day Oh, don't you know How it hurts to be The Solitary? They say that the total agony of love Is the worst pain to endure They know nothing of wasting away Withering inside, without a cure And bearing it all with an outward smile And trying to walk lightly all the way Even though, all the while We die a little every day... So it goes, and so it must be Due to the law of nature extending into perpetuity This is the way it works The way the river forks, my dear In spite of everything In dying fear, (and perhaps the agony is truly the fact that we still ardently adhere to hoping Here's to hoping Fallen comrades, Who loved and lost, then lost forevermore, Who died inside waiting for the supernova Oh, you wouldn't know The laws which hold us in subjection Have always been beyond you 040801 what's it to you? who go blather from