Hark the Emeralds!

Here, in a bounty of words, where I can layer myself so thickly with disguises that I will not recognize my own two eyes, I will strip to the bone for you. I will pare away flesh and blood to make myself clean for you. This is as honest as I can be. Peel away the layers I have cloaked myself in and you will find this beating heart. I will crack open this world for you and pour it into three words. They have been said before. They are no new revelation. But they are not my mold; I am theirs.

-Amalin-

Inclined to sweet sweet literature, I find myself craving for words that can somehow fill my satiety, both for devotion and complexity. I have two days left to savor the predisposals of Christmas. Somehow, I find myself wanting more sleep.

I said I wish for lesser tears, but come on. It won't be as memorable and as striking without them. When I was in third year high school, I prevented myself from that supposed privilege of venting out all my afflictions; it made my soul rot in anguish. I wonder what made me live, considering she lacerated me even more.

There's a letter on the desktop that i dug out of a drawer the
last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war and i start
to feel a fever from the warm air through the screen you come
regular like seasons shadowing my dreams and the mississippi's
mighty but it starts in Minnesota at a place where you could walk
across with five steps down and i guess that's how you started like
a pinprick to my heart but at this point you rush right through me
and i start to drown and there's not enough room in this world for
my pain signals cross and love gets lost and time passed makes
it plain of all my demon spirits i need you the most i'm in love with
your ghost i'm in love with your ghost dark and dangerous like a
secret that gets whispered in a hush (don't tell a soul) when i wake
the things i dreamt about you last night make me blush
(don't tell a soul) when you kiss me like a lover then you sting me
like a viper i go follow to the river play your memory like the piper
and i feel it like a sickness how this love
is killing me but i'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly and
dance the edge of sanity i've never been this close in love with your
ghost ooooh: unknowing captor you'll never know how much you
pierce my spirit but i can't touch you can you hear it a cry to be free
or i'm forever under lock and key as you pass through me now i see
your face before me i would launch a thousand ships to bring your heart
back to my island as the sand beneath me slips as i burn up in your
presence and i know now how it feels to be weakened like Achilles
with you always at my heels and my bitter pill to swallow is the silence
that i keep that poisons me i can't swim free the river is too deep though
i'm baptized by your touch i am no worse at most in love with your ghost

That's my all-time favorite song: Ghost by Indigo Girls... Poetic justice. Still, unexcused.