You say 'chaos theory' like there's some other
kind.
Some people are
born with torn-
adoes in their
lives but con-
stellations in
their eyes.
Other people
are born with
stars at their
feet but their
souls are
lost at sea.
born with torn-
adoes in their
lives but con-
stellations in
their eyes.
Other people
are born with
stars at their
feet but their
souls are
lost at sea.
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the best thing you could do is master the chaos in you. you are not thrown into the fire, you are the fire.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
I took all of the blood you left behind
in the wake of your massacre
and made stains across the canvas
in patterns that echoed you.
At least some beauty came from your chaos.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
I took all of the blood you left behind
in the wake of your massacre
and made stains across the canvas
in patterns that echoed you.
At least some beauty came from your chaos.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
You must have chaos
within you to give
birth to a dancing star.
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That's the
Danger in Starting a Fire, You'll never know how
many bridges you'll
Burn...
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Drabble #14 - And The Horses Ran
Home
As most often happens in chaotic times, the animals knew first.
Far before the Humans were boarding up their windows and
stocking up on rations and artillery, the animals were making
their own preparations. When not a single face was left without
wet tear tracks, animals had already come to accept their
losses. They were ready and suited. Suited and rooted and sick
of us. So when the world died away quietly, the animals simply
watched the confusing disharmony. There's such an
indescribable beauty in chaos, in not only the colors that go
well together, but the ones that don't.
Chaos
is an
angel
who
fell
in love
with
a demon.
-Christopher Poindexter
-Christopher Poindexter
Thoes eyes......who's are they?
