I am an obsolete deity made from rice paper and rust. I have no worshipers. I am a lost name in tome of yesterdays.
I perch on the cusp between reflection and exhaustion. My consciousness is pulled apart at the hemispheres. My lungs are cloyed with bittersweet promises. Oaths retained in sanction by a held breath, drawn out across an infinity.
I watch my beloved creations with unilateral adoration.
I watch silently, from a place so very far away.
10:58 p.m. - 2015-03-31
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