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An ancient friend of my heart, yeah her.
My death and my rise. The reason why I began to explore beyond my scope, the answers to my spirit before it found its self and knew it was already full. The reason I want to listen to Almaz yeHarerewan over and over again like I need no words any more, put my pen down for good and start listening to the quirks in her voice.

The wait until it hists and makes sense,
an artist, proclaimer of the extent of reality, paints a picture of allegories and reflections of profound everything, keeps quiet in creation, chaos and peace. The observer, the living embodiment of said reality waits to live out the meaning and later speaks the meaning within the self, the whispers of great epiphanies filled with suffering and memories finally understanding and creating more new meaning to the proclaimed present ahead of time. Do we see, do we see the artist? Or are we mere predictors of symbols, judges before witnessing the crime of passion? Does that make us prisoners of the mind or time?
Why are we looking for meaning, before living it?

You made me feel and
I wanted love to be selfish.

For once, I wanted you
with all the fears and pain,
for what is love without a hurting
lullaby that wants to be played?

Feels empty and incomplete
without a touch, your touch...
Why does it feel like that?

Why should I need you,
when I can't admit I want you?
How can I want you,
when I stand in my own way?
How can I move aside?

Babe, it is far from a disguise, I hold
secrets that paralyze my feet from stepping into the land of mediocrity and yet
I can only allow your beautiful eyes to see me stuck in an average quicksand.
Yes, I can ask you the same question. Why do you want to stand in with me?
Do you call that a disguise?

I bare unholy truths that leave me bare to
words that can only make sense within my profound shallowness,
lives I haven’t lived playing like a broken record
whispering “you’ve been here”
as if my own regrets don’t tell me enough.

I’m still waiting, my love,
my melancholic anemoia.

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