#roofbled

the thought of simon and north using the android mental connection to try and make each other laugh while markus is being serious just added ten years to my life

               THERE’S ALWAYS A CHOICE.     ||      @roofbled

                                   he would wait until the silence got too loud,  then    &&    only then would he shift,  frown.  wave a hand in his direction to catch attention.                                                      ❝   spit it out.    what is wrong?    ❞

          IT’S  RARE  THAT  DYLAN  GAINS  THE  STRENGTH  TO  SIT  UP ,  but  he’s  leaned  against  the  empty  crate  of  cyberlife  materials .   ‘   simon  ?   ’   he  asks ,  reaching  up  to  wipe  the  thirium  that  dribbles  from  his  nose .   ‘   i  know  i’m  too  big  for  stories ,  but ...   ’   and  there’s  a  pause ,  he  looks  at  him  with  eyes  that  are  far  too  dull  to  belong  to  anyone  but  a  slowly  dying  body .   ‘   can  you  tell  me  one  before  you  guys  go ?   ’   he  doesn’t  voice  the  underlying  fear -   i  don’t  know  if  i  can  hold  on  until  you’re  home .          ///          @roofbled  LIKED .

         EYES GROW  WIDE  AS  THEY  stare  at  each  other  for  a  few  long  moments.  Leaving  Simon  behind  on   that  roof  DEVASTATED  Markus  to  an  extent  that  he  didn’t  know  was  possible.  Surely  he  would  have  died,  but  there  he  is  roaming  the  halls  of  Jericho  as  if  he  were  some  ghost.  “Simon....”  Only  a  few  seconds  longer  he  waits  in  tortured  silence  before  he  moves  forward  in  determined  canter.   Markus  stops  just  short  of  the  man  within  an  arm’s  length  before  wrapping  him  in  a  tight  hug.  “I thought  you  were  dead.  I  didn’t  want  to  leave  you.” 

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.  //  tyger tyger, burning bright.  //  i have done it again.  //  do not go gentle into that good night.  //  the sea is calm tonight.  //  let us go then, you and i. //  april is the cruelest month.  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies.  //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends.  //  i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)  //  two roads diverged in a yellow wood.  //  whose woods these are i think i know.  // let us twain walk aside from the rest. //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary.  //  i taught myself to live simply and wisely. //  it so happens i am sick of being a man.  //  i wandered lonely as a cloud. //  does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?  //  o my luve is like a red, red rose.  //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done.  //  out of the night that covers me.  //  it was many and many a year ago. // you may write me down in history.  //  do not stand at my grave and weep.  //  some say the world will end in fire.  //  some say in ice.   //  hope is the thing with feathers. //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.  //  no man is an island.  //   remember me when I am gone away.  //  i met a traveler from an antique land.  //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves.  //  this is thy hour o soul. // when we wear the mask that grins and lies.  //  death be not proud.   //  and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you.  //  the art of losing isn’t hard to master.  //  to see a world in a grain of sand.  //  is there anybody there? said the traveller.  //  nobody heard him, the dead man.  //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night. //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high. //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep.  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow.  //  i thought of you and how you love this beauty.  // life, believe, is not a dream. //  it may be misery not to sing at all.  //  if tarry space no limit knows.  //  come live with me and be my love.  //  had we but world enough and time. //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense. // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art. //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness.  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways.  //  heaven is what i cannot reach.  //  my dear, my dear, i know. //  in visions of the dark night.  //  shall i compare thee to a summers day?  //  break, break, break.  //  she walks in beauty.  //  i had a dream, which was not all a dream.  //  he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

         * /  to the misunderstood  .   @roofbled