Elucidating Questions

To show sympathy for a goddess who controls the single most effective and terrible tool that should be shared and shown,

That is often misused and misunderstood.

Don’t know why and watching Fortuna take the wheel,

As the goddess of love becomes the goddess of time,

A memory of the glass that was a hand that can never be reached.

Either side of the hourglass, finally free,

Resentment would be, knowing you had everything,

And they took it away.

So perhaps it’s best to turn away, so that they can’t take it away again

Now every start is cheating,

How cruel.

Vows are for fools and dolts after all.

Desiring nothing, desiring to be over because desiring happiness is an undefined nothing, that has never been found.

And the family friendly message, tasted bitter to me

Because there is no one who would open their eyes for me,

And no one who would be willing to break those lines and chains

Only to be left as the plunge into the frozen waters

The frozen heart in the frozen waters,

Sinking further.

Some of the figures, harder to spot, but there’s always one,

This one is faceless.

The red tag.

Of course Paris is lonely, under the guise of the goddess whose loves always die young,

It seems to be going so well and there’s this one who reminds him of everything he ever wanted right there

Just out of reach

Did she come to him or go screaming?

The stories diverge, but under the thumb of the goddess

Who he loved, but she whisked him away, and if always seems to end the same way.

And the pane of glass that separates the worlds,

Men upon men who fought the battles

Thrown into chaos for love and war.

When it comes to love,

When it comes to it,

I am blind often, but walking the lines of peace so apologies pour out

They don’t work though,

Trying something else,

Paris is lonely,

Because we all love how love lies.

Mother of memory who stands with the candle holding the muses to scream above the sky.

Once upon a time there were nine.

How many now you ask for numbers when they all all just increased.

After all the humans did, so who says it didn’t get bigger to fit the myth

As every myth engulfed the myths of the myths and told these stories over again

Slowly and slower

With less and less men,

The characters to remember, the importance of the faces, slowly decreased

Once upon a time of destinies,

The list of names went on forever,

And no one ever wins.

After all who needs victory, when there are those behind still suffering, if I could pull them all with me

Pull every one.

I would steal the fire to light their way,

Yet I hear the scream here as well,

And it is how you need it to be,

But I cannot believe

That there was ever only one,

When the story started

With wanting to be the only one, you see,

Worship no other, just one only one,

Which means there were others,

And I can choose to move farther and farther and farther away.

In the cold expanses of galaxy empty space.

In a house with the strangers. In a box with the things.

In the outside with smoke, in the outside with waves.

In the inside the thousands of thoughts that just flow away. I don’t remember moments, or seconds, or thoughts.

I remember I am a student. Not what I am not.

And yet this thing keeps attaching, this thing. It’s only a beautiful story for the winners of history.

Yet we worship it here, and the denial of it is grounds for dismissal from life as you know it.

This misery of the beneath that never quite gets told, because the bards forgot their functions,

And began panning for gold.

Dear crying sister who I have not met,

I know. I know. I know. And it hurts and I’m so sorry.

I wish people would be good, I wish they would see life of others as valid and beautiful and right to let live.

Dear sister, if only we could come together and be louder than ever.

Our crying mother, I hear her too,

And I also see the sun and the moon.

I see the clouds dying, I see what’s missing.

Something far away, but shall we hope that justice gets him?

When one twin is dead and there is no other left,

When there is nothing left.

Don’t be stupid.

Simple they say, but it’s clear to see that no one understands who or what the twin is.

It’s unfortunate.

Don’t be stupid.

Dead and gone.

Dead.

There have been words since the beginning that are long gone and erased in the never ending existence of never being seen.

Songs recorded, chances taken away,

There is no twin.

There may have been.

The duality of the feelings, the sides of the moon

But the never wanting to take or ask for or demand.

I thought it was an open invitation. I was wrong.

Why doesn’t anyone understand?

I wish someone would just say something…

Unfortunately circumstances are not favourable to make the words work,

I suppose that means the spell is ruined now.

Can’t replace the now irreplaceable that I gave away to try to connect.

They all left too.

Who is the me who would help?

No one. No never.

Hope is well lost.

I wanted it back, but I can’t ask for it, given away because giving giving giving giving.

I gave her the piece I had connected to grandma. She ignored it.

I gave her the piece I connected to love, it wasn’t good enough.

I gave him the heart, thinking I wouldn’t need such a thing. Trying to pass on hope.

But it disappeared and I now miss a thing.

Because it’s all I have left of a story that never happened,

I want it back. Can I please have it back?

Can’t I replace it?

No. The place is gone.

I don’t know how to speak to someone who never wants me.

A cloudy day with no rain.

It’s hell every day for me.

Don’t tell me what you think of me anymore,

I already know

Somewhere by your side and laughing because it’s true every day

The laughter joins the tears.

Anybody could be.

The status quo, billions of people are by your side.

That logic quite truthfully must mean,

Nothing at all.

It’s all nothing. Meaningless nothing.

You could admit it, but you would rather blame me,

For going that far,

When you are the one that pushed me into the target.