basileusleaves

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I am tired.

But, I cannot rest.

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I think that there's nothing more romantic than coffee in the evening.

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I swear I have all the qualities of a poet but not the skills.

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The crickets chirping fills this hot Australian lounge room and I'm glad you're sitting by my side.

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The Australian bush always finds a way to make me immensely sentimental, plaguing me with flights of fancy. Oh how I revel in it.

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As I looked half through my glasses and half straight through the car windows beside, I felt as though I was touching upon revelation after revelation, unearthing the mysteries of the human heart, the human mind, the human soul. But in fact, I was thinking nothing, with no thoughts of revelation indeed. In actuality, I was crafting these poetic words, thinking of a revelation that did not happen.

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Why must I rebel against popular trends? What am I trying to fight?

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This summer is filled with sticky peach juice running down my arms and the pages of books.

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Wading in the sea foam fills me with the tender embrace of a youthfulness not get outgrown.

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And as I walked down Templeton Street and I saw my religion. In the roads carving the country, in the bricks making a home, in the shrubs dotting driveways and in the trees that bank shoot upwards. I saw it in the houses where people lazed and in the wave of a stranger. I heard the wind whisper its prophecies and I bowed down in prayer. Tell me your secrets and I will bare mine. Make me vulnerable. I'll give up everything just please write me anew. Something with beauty and wonder and curiosity and innocence. Something that lingers in people's thoughts.

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There's so much I don't remember. 10 years ago. 10 days ago. 10 hours ago. So I photograph and photograph and it seems excessive and maybe it is excessive but I'm scared I'll forget this. But I remember the first time I heard a song of long ago, and I remember when we rubbed orange peels on each other's skin, and I remember the dandelions he picked me as kids, and I remember when she laid in my lap during our German classes, and I remember more than I think.

I remember you I promise.

And maybe I'll forget this moment, but it will not be lost to the dingy void, no. It will float up to the spring sweetened skies and dissipate into wispy tendrils, enriching the sunlight warmth and enveloping this loved body of mine.

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I laid in the grass of the lawn, weeping openly under the stars.

And you came out and laid with me and comforted me and we shared our pain.

I miss you mum.

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I used to bask in the idea of death. Oh, how glorious to be returned to the earth. Soil swallowing thyself whole.

But I'm selfish and I miss you.

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I'm currently wearing a led zeppelin shirt and a dan murphy's hat. As I stepped off the train today my first thought was: "Rock and alcohol. I am the fall of civilisation."

BAHHAHAHAHA how dramatic.

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My father's pain has become so great that it has physically manifested within himself. Claws reach from his ribs and slash at those around him. Scratches run down my face, drawing glistening tears

I must tiptoe and I am scared and I yearn for how it used to be. But, irreversible change has occurred and we can never go back.

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The car is gone and my dad is not home. I hope he comes back. Surely.

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I used to be self-conscious of my nose. Too big, too pointy. But it's my mother's nose, and I love my mother and I love my nose.

I miss you mum.