a pile of junk


Thinking blog!

Please don't track or even post in this. My mind is jumbly...this is just a place to put things together...





























"Mwen pa konpran sa ki ap pase..."
"But you do know what it means."
"Ki'sa?"
"You understand me."
"Non, mwen pa konprann."


I don't have to sniffle, cough or wheeze
To know the world is ill at ease
And I don't have to stand up high and shout
To know voices are fading out

I don't need a word

a look around

...

...

...

but I

know I've been told goodbye


"My name, It's Rowan."
"Non, ou rele Sokonei."
"I'm a person, freak."
"Ou men avec mwen se mem bagay."
"Lies."
"Commen? Nou se de differant vesion dey mem bagay. Ou pa kapab kouri..."



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RP #1~

Steering toward-

Location- The birch forest {Or first forest}













Rhymes(?)

And there is a place

A hope

A love

A dream that flies above

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No one place will ever follow

No gaping hole could ever swallow (?)

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I'm such a sponge...