Icarus

you are done up in

deep blues, purples

faded ocher

a nebula of bruises and

scar tissue

cue the fade, following this eventual

realization,

life is :

letting yourself be torn in half,

reconstructed

setting fire to your prison

thirty stories of glass and concrete and

contrived combustion

wax wings soaring too close to the sun

lunging at the

chaos

eyes blazing, drunk on the mayhem

body burnt beyond recognition

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I still don't particularly like the last bit.  I will perhaps come back and change it when I think of something better.  I started this off thinking of a burlesque dancer (the whole done up in blues and purples bit) but it ended up being more about fire than anything else.

(who wants to live forever anyways?)

I've been on a canoeing trip in the boundary waters for the past week.   Oh hey!  you wanna see a meteor shower your best bet is anytime after 11:59 PM on the eleventh... basically super early the morning of the 12th

Also!  I moved into my new apartment which is sort of a huge deal for me.

And!  A song for you