Hero

Devan is my hero because we speak in prose. I just needed to put this somewhere so as to not lose it.


( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
I hope it comes to you like a wave of inspiration

Devan says:
a welcom splash upon my weary eyes, dried by the passing hours of wake

Devan says:
(very nice, very nice)

{( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
Ticking slowly as the time goes by, staring holes into the ceiling

Devan says:
for what is the ticking of a clock but an illusion~a lie~something described that never was

Devan says:
water flows from holes and brings sleeo

Devan says:
sleep*

{( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
As lakes slowly dry over time that never was

Devan says:
AHA! inspired sleep comes with time~sleep is a lie unto itself until described otherwise!

Devan says:
(bitchslapped!)

{( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
Thought sleep may be a lie, within it we find truths of tomorrow and oblivion of today

Devan says:
only the concept of today and tomorrow is a lie ~ but then you're just being cynical!

{( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
Yesterday and tomorrow may not exist, but the present will always be.

Yay for random bits of poetry, they make me feel better about my life.