01-25-2019, 09:59 AM
Idk what this trash is, sorry. Nooot my day.
When age is obsolete - everything is always changing; nothing remains the same. Beqanna was not what it had been - she has lost lands and kingdoms, created new ones, turned land to ash and dust where memories once were. Nothing matches up anymore - there is no familiarity here (though the name, BeqannaBeqannaBeqanna remains as the meaning of ‘home’). He had never truly made a home here, though. Not for quite some time, anyway. He did not hold ties to much - children, family, mistresses, land. Eat, sleep, fuck, and flee - He had no need to stay any further. Wreck havoc, plant His seed in the womb, juggle a crown - and leave.
Everything is different when He comes back each time.Or is everything still the same? Perhaps it is like you- you have learned, memorized, traced the tracks of Beqanna - but when you open your eyes, what you remembered is now all different. It is familiar - the smell, that mountain, the gurgle of the river - but it is different. These are not the lands you know, the crowns you remember, the equine you once mingled with. It is all different.
What a disadvantage it is to live forever - everyone will always seem so old (and so new). Everyone will die in the end - but you will wait it out. You will disappear and return to find the corpses of those you loved (hated, lorded over, birthday) - gonegonegone. Is that why you made ‘friends’ with magicians and immortals, white washed woman? Could you no longer bear loss rifting your world in two? Were you tired of shackles of emotion tying your heart so tightly to the ground? If you befriend those who are gods, you will never lose them.
It is almost strange for Him to see you looking back - as if each expression on your face is foreign now. Eyes bring a part of the soul to the surface - they are filling the gap where so much used to be. How does it feel to see yourself how others saw you? How does it feel to see the parts of others you hadn’t seen before? Does He feel different to you now that you can see him whole? Is this what you imagined?
You are almost coy in your words (forever facetious, forever coquettish) - a playful banter underneath the surface. You are perhaps one of the few still here who could look at the dark magician and see something playful underneath (it is all too serious, too fearful for everyone else.
“I bore too easily, you see.” It is a simple truth. There was too little to do, too many options when the world is at your fingertips. Somehow, some way, He always ends up back here. “You look different.” It is blunt, direct ; not a question, but a statement.
no matter what they say, I am still the king
When age is obsolete - everything is always changing; nothing remains the same. Beqanna was not what it had been - she has lost lands and kingdoms, created new ones, turned land to ash and dust where memories once were. Nothing matches up anymore - there is no familiarity here (though the name, BeqannaBeqannaBeqanna remains as the meaning of ‘home’). He had never truly made a home here, though. Not for quite some time, anyway. He did not hold ties to much - children, family, mistresses, land. Eat, sleep, fuck, and flee - He had no need to stay any further. Wreck havoc, plant His seed in the womb, juggle a crown - and leave.
Everything is different when He comes back each time.Or is everything still the same? Perhaps it is like you- you have learned, memorized, traced the tracks of Beqanna - but when you open your eyes, what you remembered is now all different. It is familiar - the smell, that mountain, the gurgle of the river - but it is different. These are not the lands you know, the crowns you remember, the equine you once mingled with. It is all different.
What a disadvantage it is to live forever - everyone will always seem so old (and so new). Everyone will die in the end - but you will wait it out. You will disappear and return to find the corpses of those you loved (hated, lorded over, birthday) - gonegonegone. Is that why you made ‘friends’ with magicians and immortals, white washed woman? Could you no longer bear loss rifting your world in two? Were you tired of shackles of emotion tying your heart so tightly to the ground? If you befriend those who are gods, you will never lose them.
It is almost strange for Him to see you looking back - as if each expression on your face is foreign now. Eyes bring a part of the soul to the surface - they are filling the gap where so much used to be. How does it feel to see yourself how others saw you? How does it feel to see the parts of others you hadn’t seen before? Does He feel different to you now that you can see him whole? Is this what you imagined?
You are almost coy in your words (forever facetious, forever coquettish) - a playful banter underneath the surface. You are perhaps one of the few still here who could look at the dark magician and see something playful underneath (it is all too serious, too fearful for everyone else.
“I bore too easily, you see.” It is a simple truth. There was too little to do, too many options when the world is at your fingertips. Somehow, some way, He always ends up back here. “You look different.” It is blunt, direct ; not a question, but a statement.
∞
and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in