I whispered a promise out to the sea:
"I will protect you- if you don't hurt me."
This was several years ago.
I have grown since
And I know
The sea can't tell the difference
Between flesh and sand.
It doesn't make promises.
Nor does the land,
But I look at the place where it kisses the sky
And remember that I do not need a reply
And call softly out to the unknowing haze:
"I will protect you for all of my days."
-Isabel Armstrong-Cowell
Und so sitze ich im Flur Vor unsrer schweren Eichentür und warte. Warte auf die Antwort, die mein Kopf so sehr verlangt, warum ich lüge, wenn ich lache und mir bei seinem Namen bangt und, verdammt noc
You were born first a god, then a man. The thing with gods, is that they are portrayed strong. The thing with me, is that I am portrayed in a god’s image – and I do not feel strong. I do not wan
Peel down my cone, Paint over the the roads, Plaster your vicious tones, Pamper not, the others throne Shun me to silence, Set forth the path of blindness, Sac away my fine sense, Slumber not in darkn