// undone //
The first time
I saw death
It came without a warning
It just stepped
Through the back door
Without a noise
It travelled miles
In my beloveds dreams
It carried through
The wind a peculiar smell
Not of flesh rotting
But of hearts breaking
And worlds ending
The first time
I saw it
There was no face
It wore a mask
Of whomever
It was about to take
The words I said
Remained stunned
In mid air
My intentions to stay
Were left in despair
So the next time it came
I knew it was here to take
All the sorrows
These worldy mistakes
My heart was already broken
So it could feel
What it was like to lose
Someone worthy
But this time I knew
I couldn't hesitate
I had to welcome it inside
Or it would break through
My beloved was asleep
And I didn't want to let them know
That they were about to leave
To where?
No one knows
But I wished them well
Bid them farewell
Slowly it came many times again
Now I'm familiar
With how it looks
How it keeps taking
And how it aches
But I also have learnt
That I can heal
And not try to outstay
What is being taken from me
One day it will arrive
And my time would've come
There's no escaping
What has been written
It cannot be undone
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That life, I almost got it back
I fought through injury after injury
I held on as tightly as I could
And even after my grip slipped away, I managed to once again find purchase
Only to find that thorns had grown on the branch I so desperately grasped for
But perhaps they were there all along
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I found out today my divorce will be finished in about 3 months. I spoke with my ex about it today. Why is it that the last 10 years of being married she was so mean and hateful and controlling. The woman I spoke with today was the woman I fell in love with. The one who was kind, loving accepting and empathetic. It's like she came back from the dead. Seeing her this way made me miss her so much. While I am so grateful we are getting along right now, I know I'm so much happier where I am now. Yet, I can feel my heart, what's left of it, crumbling to pieces. I know I'll always love her. I know I'll always miss her, forever...
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And lemme know your age (if you feel comfortable!), and when you got your first phone in the tags!
If these options are scuffed I'm sorry, I genuinely have no clue how many phones people are "supposed" to have had (hence the poll)
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Every One, Every Piece, is Needed
Good morning all.
A cold but quiet morning. Outside the temperature is slowing rising but I know it won’t go far. I’ve chatted with mom a couple of times and enjoyed my breakfast. I’ve scrolled through memories and various news articles. A normal, usual, every day beginning. That is for me and possibly for most of us. But not, for some.
Last night as I was preparing to call it done having…
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Big fan of when a character's grief/trauma/guilt manifests as physical symptoms. Big fan of characters keeping things so tight inside them that it makes them sick. Big fan of when the line blurs between a character's mental trauma and physical illness until it's hard to tell which is which anymore.
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I have settled for scraps my entire life. Why don't I believe that I deserve better? All that I have chosen have done nothing but use me and throw me away. Where and when did I learn that this is okay? Can I break free and start anew with a better view of my value?
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i just watched scott's session 7 and noticed a pattern: every single person forgot about grian.
grian hasn't been caught yet, cleo and scott establish. barely a minute later, scott is leading cleo and bigb by the hands to his secret spot and saying "i think we're the last three." like the name has slipped right out of his hands.
as etho tells the other zombies that no, actually, he doesn't want to kill cleo, it occurs to him suddenly. "actually, i kind of want grian to succeed on this, don't i? he's my teammate," he says, not like he doesn't care for grian, but like he's shocked he even forgot in the first place. (seconds later, he lifts his gaze to the sky, and he sees where grian is hiding. he's the only one who sees. he carries this secret with him as he watches grian run, an apology of sorts; sorry I forgot. I hope this makes it better.)
but it got me thinking: this is what grian does, isn't it? even since 3rd life, where he hid in the shadow of scar, whose face was always, always in the light, as he burrowed under doorways, covered in redstone and days-old blood. no one thinks of him as scar sells them the coffins grian will put them in.
grian has mastered the art of becoming nothing. he's so nothing, in fact, that his presence glances off the skin of even his friends. his name slips away from them. he disappears time and time again, falling through their fingers like sand. there are brief moments: "where's grian?" someone asks, but their blood is boiling and their fingers are itching. the image is a mirage and the sand crumbles at their fingertips. it's gone as soon as it comes; back to cleo, green cleo, uninfected cleo.
a reminder, perhaps from the universe itself. he is nothing but a ghost of a memory, a whisper of a promise. this is by design. the universe is telling him this, as it strings grian up limb by limb: you were only ever meant to watch.
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Describing my own writing that I accidentally misplaced before posting it anywhere as "lost media" because, you know, technically
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