𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.

                              i think there’s a flaw in my code, these voices won’t leave me alone.   well my heart is gold & my hands are cold   ——   all the people say : you can’t wake up, this is not a dream   ( you’re part of a machine /  you are not a human being ) !     ind. rwby multimuse ft. penny polendina, written & cherished by lilac.

                    the living is a passing traveler; the dead, a man come home.   one brief journey between heaven and earth, then, alas!   we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages.   the   rabbit in the moon   pounds the medicine in vain; when the green pines feel the coming of the spring.

                i heard a voice, that cried,   “ balder the beautiful is dead, is dead ! ”   & through the misty air,   passed like the mournful cry of sunward sailing cranes.    all things in earth and air.   bound were by magic spell   /   never to do him harm ; even the plants and stones.   all save the mistletoe,   the sacred mistletoe !

Especially if it’s something you’re too shy or afraid to ask off-anon. 

      my  best  friend's  always  later,        she just moves with the weather.       she  guides  me  with  her  patience       &&  we  breathe  in together.       some  mystics  call  it  wisdom   when  we  move  with   the  weather,       so  change  me  with  your  nature,          but  don't  lose  me  forever.       teaching all the kids && the other kids so they’ll know, so they’ll glow,

                                           ✩   ＳＯＬＩＤ ＧＯＬＤ！