n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.
The Colder the night gets The further she strains And he doesn’t like it Being this way And she tried so hard To steer away From the meeting place But her he…
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soundlike for future
The embers of your last depart
Catch the wind that carries us over
The ash and sparks have all gone now
From the isle of our hearts.
The mines are empty now
And the Coal washed off our cheeks
For we board now for foreign lands
wearing Sweaters that our mothers made.
When we wake up far away from
our eyes still long for thee
Trading company for hope
of days that pass over
Telling the swans story
The sea will wash over
Our distant memmories
For we have departed with the great
Calls of truth in our blood
And heads of our families heald.
Hear the song of longing
Grace be with the ship
For no trade is worth thy home
Of our fair children.