Hey here is Pixie Cold, ive got a new message from my brother!!!
"Hey my awesome watchers!!
Oh man, long time no see!! I miss you all so very much! These last few months have been crazy busy for me, so much to do here in Switzerland! I enjoy being a missionary so much, it is really the most fulfilling experience I have ever had! Right now we are preparing a huge musical and artistical event in Winterthur. So I am actually getting to use my talents even in this great work! It really brings so much joy!!
I hope you all are doing well! Thank you so much to everyone for the birthday wishes! My daddy just wrote me about them and it moved me so
Although I may not understand
I will listen
Although I may not comprehend
I will not criticize
Although I can't pretend to know how you feel
I'm here, I'm real
And I promise you I'm not going anywhere
So share with me your struggles
the ones your afraid to tell
Show me all the bruises
from all those times you fell
Bare to me the scars
you think you can handle on your own
the ones you keep in the dark
Whisper to me the secrets
that are breaking you heart
I'm here, I'm real
Standing before you with open arms
Trust me, Love heals
Unconditionally, I reach out my hand
I'm here to lean on, to share your burden
This is my ode to broken
Please come
Oh, What Comfort It Brings by VioletRogue, literature
Literature
Oh, What Comfort It Brings
Underneath the sparkling stars,
I hold to me a blanket.
It's soft, it's warm, although very worn.
It smells of springtime fabric sheets.
Just below the furnished ceiling,
I nestle between my bed and the wall.
I tilt my head up, draw in a breath.
A moment of my childhood is brought back.
Above the ground, a tiny bit high,
I lean forward just a hair,
It's far too cold in this tiny room.
But far better than upstairs.
A step away from this house,
There a basketball hoop stays.
I bring the ball out, stumble about,
Then shoot in the ba
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my memories are an ocean, and you are the oil spill
the titanic bleeding into the ice-blue waters
seeping into my bones like cold
and we talk but we never say anything
can you tell the difference when the beer stings our throats?
i'm sad but you're just drunk
i'm lost but you're just high.
oh, you can't force love, boy,
you can't buy it with a poem
but god it hurt when you told me about him.
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