wind gusts dry eyes
evian tears hide
kept fresh by hopeful plastic dams
the heart's stubborn irrigation
i want to be free
i want to be free
and i will not forget you
and i will not will to forget you
scattered broken mirrors
wide, gaping heart holes
and the trees above wont fade away
and the clouds above wont come down
no, rain dances only make fools
did the woo give giggling dysentery
scattered broken mirrors
clotting til drained veins?
you give cpr to dodos
you are rosetta's mother: she is a pebble
you are a psychic sherpa
"you're the only girl i've seen for a long time
that actually did look like something blooming"
you're beyond the shore
the ocean blushes in your shadow
i need to be free of you but
i want to be free of you free of me
so i will not forget you
i will not will to forget you
because i just cant forget yet
scattered, broken mirrors
clotting til drained veins
but i will not forget your reflection
i will not fuck this up
i will not fuck this up
because i know that you saw yourself
because i know that you saw yourself
i, i, i
- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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