in a time before my time, when i was but wasn't, i saw with the eyes of a bird given to me by my younger self. he made of that ancient soul a magpie, vainglorious and covetous. i am still these things, more than any other. i want and i will have, or else i will have it dead to me. a god cannot feel two great emotions at once, it is all an arrow pointing to a destination that must be reached or else scoured from sight and memory. once the attained is there, it is precious beyond measure. if odin took the sun down and offered it as a trade, no peace would be brokered. peter was this to me. he was mine. i want, as i said, yet i am made of change. shifting stories. i will love with my entire being and it will be forever but it will not be the one time, the only, there will be many such great loves. and fondness, afterwards. friendship, if luck allows. so i have bent all my thought on you for a while and have seen nothing else: a magpie with its beady eye on a precious thing.
tell these attentions to fly away and i will give them wing, and you will be no less loved but less precious, and i will find myself ... in your box.
I didn’t ask you to quiet. I told you I didn’t know how to respond. I like to look before I leap, and you’re blindfolding yourself and horse-diving off the Steel City pier.
Also, because you never read me right, please don’t blindfold yourself to jump on a stampeding horse and dive into the ocean.
And this doesn’t mean I’m leaping. It means I have to analyze this within an inch of its life, since you’re probably relaying all of this to Kon and he’ll tell you that anyway.
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i want and i will have, or else i will have it dead to me. a god cannot feel two great emotions at once, it is all an arrow pointing to a destination that must be reached or else scoured from sight and memory.
once the attained is there, it is precious beyond measure. if odin took the sun down and offered it as a trade, no peace would be brokered.
peter was this to me. he was mine.
i want, as i said, yet i am made of change. shifting stories. i will love with my entire being and it will be forever but it will not be the one time, the only, there will be many such great loves.
and fondness, afterwards. friendship, if luck allows.
so i have bent all my thought on you for a while and have seen nothing else: a magpie with its beady eye on a precious thing.
tell these attentions to fly away and i will give them wing, and you will be no less loved but less precious, and i will find myself ... in your box.
safe and friendly, and quieted.
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Also, because you never read me right, please don’t blindfold yourself to jump on a stampeding horse and dive into the ocean.
And this doesn’t mean I’m leaping. It means I have to analyze this within an inch of its life, since you’re probably relaying all of this to Kon and he’ll tell you that anyway.