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finrod-noldo · 3 months
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One day the sun shall rise
And not find you beneath its rays
So do as you will
While the earth does not yet taken you
In her cold embrace.
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finrod-noldo · 3 months
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I think— I think I know what my soul yearns for over all these years. I yearn to fly. To gain wings and soar close to the sun. To Icarus’s sun. Maybe I’ll burn or maybe, just maybe, I’ll be reborn again, like a phoenix, new body, old soul.
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finrod-noldo · 4 months
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I’m tired
I am cosmically tired.
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finrod-noldo · 10 months
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She was lovely in the ways of the heaven
A face kissed by Icarus’s sun
How joyful she was amongst the trees of old
But just like dreams, us mortal men shall be awaken from them.
Namärie!
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finrod-noldo · 10 months
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Who shall I be?
A wanderer of the night sky
Of the city lights
Of The sounds of the seas
Who shall I be be?
A leader of men
A philosopher
Or a god like the universe intended.
Who on earth can tell me what should I be?
I’m naked in the dark
Vegetating under the weight of my own mind
Hunting by the ghost of everything good under the stars.
Tell me? Who shall I be?
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finrod-noldo · 10 months
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The memory of the future haunts me
And I must go to create them.
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finrod-noldo · 2 years
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Be still
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finrod-noldo · 2 years
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Find me beneath the Corsican star where we first kiss
Yours! Eternally.
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finrod-noldo · 2 years
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Come with me!
To where broken mountain meets the ocean.
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finrod-noldo · 2 years
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An afternoon on a foggy beach!
Ruby beach, WA
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finrod-noldo · 2 years
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I think school is a crime perpetrated against creativity.
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finrod-noldo · 2 years
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I have memories of the future.
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finrod-noldo · 2 years
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The last morning of 2021! May the universe conspires in your favor this year and till the end.
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finrod-noldo · 3 years
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The real tragedy is waiting to live and waiting to die simultaneously.
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finrod-noldo · 3 years
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The open road softly called, for a new beginning.
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finrod-noldo · 3 years
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“This is it! This is the life I’ve forgotten. Oh! When I get back home, I’m going to ride the bus everyday.”
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finrod-noldo · 4 years
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One thing I’m proud of myself is that I never wanted to escape reality. I’ve always wanted to experience it to the fullest.
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