The World Is Round: 6 of Swords
A boy tells you his favorite book and you actually read it. This is how you know you’re in serious like. I started reading Jitterbug Perfume yesterday and maybe it’s because I’ve fallen hard but it makes my skin steam. I dab J’adore on my wrists and chest just to read it. It’s filled with beets, perfume, shamans and gods. With every page I like him more.
I pull the Six of Swords and think of the once warrior, King, serf, now individual, named Alobar. “The world is round,” he says. “Existence can be rearranged. A man can be many things. I am special and free.”
I know the world is round, so what if that is my downfall? I travel this earth and know I can keep going; that there is no edge for me, not even in death. Last summer I wrote fear on a piece of paper and burned it in Scott Lee’s backyard. Of all of our demons it was the hardest to burn and it still followed me. When the Greek god, Pan tells Alobar, “Fear, like love, is a call into the wild—into the deep, shadowy grotto,” I think of how I’ve had it all wrong.
Fear, I move to New York to conquer you, when really I want to meet you. I burn you because you haunt me and I love it too much. I confess my freakish desire for you to consume and possess me. The Six of Swords tells me that this relationship will never be the same and there’s no going back. I don’t need you anymore, I will find my own way into the wild. I know the world is round and that is your downfall.
I pull the Six of Swords and think of the once warrior, King, serf, now individual, named Alobar. “The world is round,” he says. “Existence can be rearranged. A man can be many things. I am special and free.”
I know the world is round, so what if that is my downfall? I travel this earth and know I can keep going; that there is no edge for me, not even in death. Last summer I wrote fear on a piece of paper and burned it in Scott Lee’s backyard. Of all of our demons it was the hardest to burn and it still followed me. When the Greek god, Pan tells Alobar, “Fear, like love, is a call into the wild—into the deep, shadowy grotto,” I think of how I’ve had it all wrong.
Fear, I move to New York to conquer you, when really I want to meet you. I burn you because you haunt me and I love it too much. I confess my freakish desire for you to consume and possess me. The Six of Swords tells me that this relationship will never be the same and there’s no going back. I don’t need you anymore, I will find my own way into the wild. I know the world is round and that is your downfall.
I still like the boy. He is not fear, he is wonderful. :)
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