I tried to collect each lost piece
from the corners of the apartment. I cataloged tiny movements and reconstructed maps. I filled myself with nothing, but the weight still dragged me down. What a shame to remember where each part should belong, but forget their contents.
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I'd Buffalo've to try
and not get Boston a train; however, I care Toledo about maps, N Y C out the window, can't Chicago faster anyhow? I Ottawa'nt something more - something Montreal and less fake. Detroit of the matter is that I can't go anywhere without feeling Illinois, and that's the Pittsburgh. You are the most beautiful person
that I’ve never met. I hope someone, somewhere, has told you. I hope that they had the chance to whisper love through your skin until it fluttered through your eyelashes and brushed past your lips on words I wish I’d heard. Le Petit Prince - Caillie Mutterback (2010)
A song I created using Sibelius Scorch software for a music project during my graduating year of High School. Inspired by the Antoine de Saint Exupéry novel of the same name. Intended for a percussion trio of marimba, xylophone and glockenspiel. Hope you like it! Somehow remaining hidden
had been the hardest thing. How the body must have strained from the forces stirring inside of it. Even now I struggle to understand how they remained contained. I would like the chance to curl up
in the space between your collarbones; I’d like to stay there just long enough to fall asleep in the rhythm of your heartbeat. I nearly lost myself, once, in your neural pathways,
tracing the topography of your thoughts, trepidly, swirling in streams of sentience - sinking, wandering along the wavelengths of worry, ‘lobe-trotting. I’d like to map your mind, become a cartographer of your cerebellum. I fear the journey would kill me. |
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