Exotic Exile.
I'll give you definitions too.
Exotic -- 1. Foreign 2. Strangely beautiful
Exile -- 1. A prolonged, often enforced, living away from one's country 2. Person in exile
See? It has an exotic ring to it. Kind of like CellarDoor. Enough people out there know what I mean. If you don't know then watch my favorite movie. The one I got the quote from. If you don't know what I'm talking about maybe you should read the posts before this one? Or maybe you should just stop reading my blog. No one other than Fange' posts anyway. So really...what's the point in blogging other than putting my mind out on the web for millions to see? I'm thinking that I should....just start using my journal. The Voices can have their blog and I'll just resided to letting my friend read what I write in my journal. Though...I refrain from writing what I truly feel sometimes because it's on the internet. One of these days I'll post what I really feel. One of the days that I'm feeling that weird heaviness in my chest that's almost the equivalent of sorrow. That heaviness that needs to be written down in it 's unedited raw form. That needs the world to see it, breathe it visualize it until it is lifted from my chest in such a way that it doesn't come back for a long time. Such a long time that I begin to want the feeling back, unable to bring the feeling upon myself. I don't know what to write about. Sometimes I think what I'm writing is too intense until I go back and read it and then I find out that what I wrote doesn't have the power that I thought it did. Have another poem:
Hatsu's Lullaby©
My life is flashing before my eyes.
So I will shut them.
I want to see your face as my last memory.
Not my eyes wide in fear.
I want to see. I want to know. I want to feel you one last time.
Don't leave me.
Not here not ever.
Please.
Here I lay Again in my sorrow.
My pain is hollow next to your everlasting crisis.
Your selfish.
I love you.
Don't underestimate the power of the haunting lullaby.
I want to see. I want to know. I want to feel you one last time.
Don't leave me.
Not here not ever.
Please.
This haunting tune is my goodbye.
My final bedtime lullaby.
If I die before I wake I pray your dreams I will partake.
Do not mourn my death, my love.
Simply remember my last lullaby.
I want to see. I want to know. I want to feel you one last time.
Don't leave me.
Not here not ever.
Please...not here..
...not ever...
...my love...
...remember...
...my lullaby...
I didn't write that. It was a voice. He's a writer too. He likes writing songs and stuff like that. But he's a bird so that's understandable. Maybe one day I'll explain the Voices to you too. Maybe they'll explain themselves. If they don't. like I said maybe I will. It will be a while. So don't hold your breath, you'll die. I guess I'm done now.....okay....later.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret.
