We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
who we are and all that we're trying to be
He could sense it all over again, through the midst of fog, blinding ivory once more, puncturing through the void. The sea, the ocean, the world he’d been craving (and when – when had it been more in his bones than the mountains? Was it the dream, or a figment elsewhere, piercing through filaments of yesteryears, pulled in different directions, time and time again, a man made of multiple elements, of lives?), chasing, demanding. But which way? Where were the waves, after all of this? Speculative and scrupulous as ever, his eyes narrowed, and then limbs strived for the left, hunting, predacious, emboldened.
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Deimos goes left!
DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
