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kuangningone word: fear
two words: no more
three words: it is here
five words: I will fear no evil
twelve words: dreams slip through my fingers like smoke, and yet are not gone.
twenty five words: Here, in this place, the music curls softly around me. Time has no meaning. Sunlight and shadow surround me; I have begun again to dream.
fifty words: Return to the places you have left empty too long. We are all Demeter's daughters, straying from the paths we know. Come again, comes the call... there is sunlight above, and life to be taken up again. The silent spaces wait for you. The sleeping voices sound again for you.
seventy five words: Closed doors. Locked windows. Earth piled high... and yet. And yet. In dreams, we are always free. Choose the path that suits you; I will travel the one I have seen, in quiet midnights, behind the closed shutters to my windows on the world. In the end, we arrive together. In truth, we are never apart.
Truth is truth, he told me. It does not care whether you believe. Today, I know what he means.
one hundred words: Drowning. Struggling. Pushing against the flow. Cool water mingled with frantic tears. Coughing, choking, biting back words. Speak, or breathe? No choice; the words unspoken poison. Silence kills, tears fail. Trust falters, lacks for words. Secrets; we drown in secrets, and wait for the hand that can bring us back to ourselves again. (Yours is that hand,) comes the whisper. (Yours, and your own alone.) Unheeded, unheard, it falls silent. Implacable eternity passes by uncounted, is gone. In darkness and silence, we wait.
Return, child, return. You have stayed away too long. Demeter's daughters, awaken... Life waits still for thee.
one thousand words:
two words: no more
three words: it is here
five words: I will fear no evil
twelve words: dreams slip through my fingers like smoke, and yet are not gone.
twenty five words: Here, in this place, the music curls softly around me. Time has no meaning. Sunlight and shadow surround me; I have begun again to dream.
fifty words: Return to the places you have left empty too long. We are all Demeter's daughters, straying from the paths we know. Come again, comes the call... there is sunlight above, and life to be taken up again. The silent spaces wait for you. The sleeping voices sound again for you.
seventy five words: Closed doors. Locked windows. Earth piled high... and yet. And yet. In dreams, we are always free. Choose the path that suits you; I will travel the one I have seen, in quiet midnights, behind the closed shutters to my windows on the world. In the end, we arrive together. In truth, we are never apart.
Truth is truth, he told me. It does not care whether you believe. Today, I know what he means.
one hundred words: Drowning. Struggling. Pushing against the flow. Cool water mingled with frantic tears. Coughing, choking, biting back words. Speak, or breathe? No choice; the words unspoken poison. Silence kills, tears fail. Trust falters, lacks for words. Secrets; we drown in secrets, and wait for the hand that can bring us back to ourselves again. (Yours is that hand,) comes the whisper. (Yours, and your own alone.) Unheeded, unheard, it falls silent. Implacable eternity passes by uncounted, is gone. In darkness and silence, we wait.
Return, child, return. You have stayed away too long. Demeter's daughters, awaken... Life waits still for thee.
one thousand words:
