I hear the echoes of the dead haunting me. A recurring pattern of my mind that tells me that I’m weak. I’m just one of the fallen: broken, damaged and fucked up… Too paralyzed to comprehend the truth.
My heart is just feeling lonely. Lost, stolen and broken apart.
…And then I saw her stars.
I saw them rain over me.
I watched them come down, and watch over me.
So I’m here, right now.
This cloud absorbs the cacophony.
Rain down, and surround me with your poison, Ivy.
With your poison, Ivy.
I woke up and jotted these words down, and the image of the star which shot across the ether of my mind. Later that day I came across this star, and her name was Ivy. Was it deja vu, or was it time to blame it on the alcohol that this gorgeous bartender was generously serving me?
As with anything that scares me, I ran. Ran away from Ivy’s smile, and deep black eyes. I ran home and wept. I knew it wasn’t deja-vu, it was another unraveled thread from my nicely knitted sweater from the designer label: destiny.
What is really left of me? My reality is becoming more blurred and vacant as each day ticks by. The merge of time is coming closer. No matter how fast or far I run, it’s going to happen.
It’s going to happen.
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She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars.
I thought she’d be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars.
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I’m sorry Ivy. Maybe in another timeline we’ll count those stars together.