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vida escritura: gentle arrow, burning kiss.

Within the World's tapestry, a Word.

I didn’t want to sleep, so I crawled through my window and out onto the lawn. The sky was a milky pale grey as either the sun rose or moon fell, I wasn’t sure; my clock on my bedside table had stopped days ago, and neither Josiah, my roommate, or I were planning on fixing it. I crawled up to the sitting rock, the place Rhiannon showed me when we were twelve. She was my best friend then, even though it was weird for a guy to have a girl as their best friend and not girlfriend at that time. I ...

Goodnight, young sailor, gentle rest I bid upon thy tender breast For where you wander, I’ll not know Nor would I ever dare to go Goodnight, young warrior, gently dream May all good fortunes to thee teem Sweet rest and journey be thy ain, Until ‘pon wake we meet again Goodnight, beloved, ever more The jewel, the treasure, I adore Upon a star I pray for thee To stop awhile, to dream of me

Why don’t you finally crack open That can that’s been hoping that you finally would Our fire’s crackling higher You have the desire Or at least I think you probably should The night sky’s not waiting forever So why don’t you take the chance It’s up to you, it’s now or never So why don’t you stand up and dance to the night sky All our marshmallows are roasted They’ve gone and got toasted in this passing hour Look can you see the sun rising I think that it’s hiding A meteor shower See, the nigh...