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we are plagued by an emptiness that encompasses the tiny gaps   where we couldn't quite fit together our        shattered bones and where the acid in the walls of our stomachs      creep into our blood and poison the cells that fought so valiantly for us -  because it had nothing else to destroy we are hungry   for knowledge   power   love and our stomachs      are empty and our eyes  that sparkled like magic on the finger tips of dancing stars  that drew back irises of oceans, autumns leaves, and india ink to let the world into our         souls  that spoke years of pain and pleasure, and sadness, and of happine

i have spent far too long breathing from my mouth and my lips are forever chapped and it hurts to smile i have caught your disease the one where your nostrils are blocked by the pollution you inhaled and cannot exhale; the one where your your voice comes out thick and raspy, or not at all because somewhere in your throat there is a blockade of all the words you never said; the one where i held your face in my hands it it was far too warm, but you insisted that you were shivering from the cold shoulder the world gave to your dreams and you were tired, so tired and all the drugs in the world could not wake you once you fell asleep

Imagine, he said, -imagine this. Imagine that you did not wake up every morning with a paper-mache heart held together by fragile strands of glue, which would only beat when you squeeze your eyes shut and clench every muscle in your body and -with every forced shot of blood to the veins- will yourself to live. Imagine love, so infinite and all encompassing, so all consuming, so much of everything you ever wanted, and so full of beauty that all the constellations and all the galaxies of the universe would burst trying to hold it all in. Imagine the eternities those stars and moons and comets and planets once occupied, and imagine the new galax

The curvature of the earth navigated in three journeys: I let the person I was know the person I am, so that the person I am would know the person I could be. one.  (so far a nameless dragon-hearted girl) She was born with magic in her blood and wanderlust sparkling in her eyes. She was born a simple villager or perhaps into royalty and orphaned at a young age and entrusted to an old couple in a bordering village who soon died as well and orphaned her all over again. Or perhaps her origins are unknown, and she burst into the middle of the story with all the vitality and force of a forest fire and back again as a tsunami and then