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Dreamyakchiis

the tenth octave

i gather the fractured sunlight, savouring the feel of it pooling in my palms, a glistening ambrosia nestling its weight, safe and sound. i wish not to forget, but alas, the 12th chime rings; they tug on my heart and in its fervent rush, i am stolen away once again. i wish to keep my heart where it belongs, for the sun to ever rain on my lonely parade, to see it upon my horizon once more, the taste of its sweetness upon my tongue and on my vulnerable breast; but i can only package all my regret and grief into a shimmering glass slipper, a left behind memoir of that rising octave my life's melody
Dreamyakchiis

sakura coloured lenses

i fear to lose these sakura coloured breathtaking sights i have grown to love so much, the pink gleam of the world twinkling as morning dew on the fresh budding branches under the amber sunset, crinkling their little noses upturned in the fresh scent of your detergent and the faint waft of my floral perfume. perhaps i dont want this moment to end, for one day i know i shall fall short of the huge dream i have created just for myself, a lone daisy in the field on a stormy night, sakura petals torn from their branches in the violent graze of the feeling of being cut off, wistfully fading in the grey white reflection of the overly large crescent moon. let me breathe and live through these
Dreamyakchiis

weightless

i bask in the gentle warmth of the morning sun, lying in the embrace of a million roses, steeping myself in the fragrance of an eternity coming into full bloom. the peak of one's life unravels in a magnificent display of vitality and passion, as every fibre of my young soul is elevated to another heaven; heart soaring into the golden glow of the new dawn before weightlessness overcomes me, and i sink back into my gardens.
Dreamyakchiis

lune

today i admired the moon once again on my way home. it was a cloudless night, just as years ago, the same steps, the same path, the same old thing. however, that same luminous glow of the moon was much gentler, much more loving and soothing as compared to back then, its light no longer glaringly icy as if it could cut steel; but it was as warm as if it could melt the frost around my heart, encasing me in a past never forgotten, its unloving grasp pulling me in, sinking in, drowning. my hands finally unravelling the red threads binding me to fears, insecurities, delusions, regret, guilt; as i raise my hand up one last time and remember, the same scenery, the same path,

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