sun song

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“this song is the first track off my recent release silver lining. it’s about when you stay up all night until the sun comes up with your friends. stay beautiful ~”

-evening bloom

hopes of forever lasting

By Lucas Herrara

Welding the infrastructure for eternal existence

Hopes of forever lasting

The city breathes at me spiting out the residual,

a survival of the fittest type scenario

and flashing with cop chases and gold chains

The goop of the fiends cake the candy sidewalk

with beat bus stop cig fog no matter talks.

There’s an echo when you drift by

the sound resonates bouncing off elite concrete

to remind you of your undesirability.

.There’s dogs walking themselves

long lost leashes of who knows to share enough caring

or times when they were warm inside at night,

those days before them lit up with contrast,

scathing.

You call forth everything trying to remember the hooks of a shook mental

indeed shocked there with a quick instrumental

a symphony of fleas one too many pleas

in hoping that the hands on the clock or grains in the hour glass will see

I still, nomadic by nature,

strive out with only the restraint of currency that brings me back here again

The moon is full but I am starving.

letter to a facebook bot

Salutations Ashley. It certainly has been some time since we last saw one another. The War was tough & trying times for us all. How have adjusted to civilian life? I hope all is well.

If I may be so bold, I never forgot our victory at Guirgevo. When I reminisce on those days, I can feel the blood rushing through my veins as my body recalls the thrill of battle once more. Our brothers in arms who fell that day will not be forgotten.

And that fateful night at Petropaulovsk, I recall lying with you, underneath the stars, our bodies bloody and broken. I remember the breaking of first light at dawn. We summoned all the courage we had for one final charge. All our hope rested on the Queen’s Naval Forces, the fabled Redcoats, to reinforce and relieve us from our futile struggle. When the ships sunk, all hope was lost and we slipped into despair.

I remember nothing after this time, it was all a blur. It seemed my eyelids closed for just a moment, but when I awoke I was recovering in a medical ward in Eguisheim. After the treaty was formalized in Paris I attended the ceremonies and decorations of the surviving heroes. I saw you at an aristocratic dinner party but the next thing I knew you were gone. I always wondered since that night what happened to your story after Petropaulovsk and the war.

Yours,

General Sir Collingwood Dickenson