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i can list every nickname you've ever called me as if they were members of my family and i can recall every time you’ve ever sang in my ear during class. i know how many times we’ve snuck away from our friends -- not because of any particular reason, your heart just ached, longed for that familiar sense of me. or at least, i hope. because you seem to feel the skin of every other girl and you seem to always be able to keep on a conversation with them, it's just impossible to feel anything towards me and impossible to not make me feel something. anything at all and everything at once. or maybe you just don't know what to feel t

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true affection

i. sometimes she felt like a coin, old, rusty, flung down a well and sinking to the bottom, surrounded, but unable to touch. and while she was looking at lights she didn’t know were turned on, a blue bird laid an egg on her pillow, and when it hatched it was just sunshine-colored seawater. ii. he was a pair of earbuds, tangled, stuffed in a pocket and left to be washed out, lost on a train station bench, waiting. he felt like a crooked picture frame no one bothered fixing, a burned-out lightbulb on the back porch that never gets changed.

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sunken symphonies

More remorse has been spoken over graves than in confessionals. So I bled you a song while you kissed my trembling fingers and I knew that this foreshadowed a cloudburst. Rainwater dripped from your cheeks as you melted into the sky; you took the blues in your orbs with you and I was left with nothing but rhythm. We stood in the storm and you told me that you were too scared to close your eyes-- so I did it for you. (I know it hurts to let go.) The sky died today or maybe it was tomorrow. I can't seem to remember, anymore.

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Star-Crossed

i. You were my paperweight love. ii. Rainy days break my heart, she cried. So sing me the story of the star-crossed lovers. iii. You sucked a bruise into my skin and I hoped that I could carry you around forever, but it only lasted a week until you were gone. iv. Star-crossed lovers don't always have to be requited, he said. Here is the story of how the sun fell in love with the moon. v. Your fingers pressed music notes into my ribcage and you mouthed an apology against my thighs until I shook with it. vi. The sun loved the moon so much, that he burnt out every night just to see the moon shine for a few hours. vii. I begged you to s

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Artist // Student // Varied

United States
Deviant for 11 years
www.instagram.com/alex_valone/
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People sometimes ask me what I think of the future. It’s a variable; I worry that someday the people I care about will desert me, which I know eventually they will. I’m afraid this fear at times defines me. I yearn for those I care about most to feel the same for me even if it is not possible for them to do so. I want to apologize for my every wrong doing unto them. I fear that one day near the close I’ll look back at my days disappointed in myself for never being bold or intelligent enough to accomplish for what I find myself clutching- open air. But unlike variables in math, we never figure out what the future holds. For we are always living right now. The future never comes with the morning. Because the days just break, collapsing into a thousand shards. They collide with tomorrow, and turn gray with the past. The here and now you never forget because you always find yourself living it. I can’t see much into my future because it seems impossible that it can come. I have a bit of trouble perceiving; maybe I should fear my own short-sightedness. Most of the time I feel like I slip through life half awake, everything I love dispersing before I have the chance to even admire it. The pain of wounds vanishing before they sink in. I think I don’t fear specific things about the future, maybe more of the prospect that I don’t know what’s coming.
My life is all based on what I do today, the chances I’ll trip upon. Which ones I miss when my eyes are closed or because I look ahead instead of at my feet. At least I know that when I clutch air what I’m holding still makes me breathe.

I am more than these words

Favourite TV Shows

Dollhouse, Battlestar Galactica, Sherlock, Luther, Red Dwarf, Babylon Five.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles, Lana Del Ray, Freelance Whales, Fleet Foxes, You Me And Everyone We Know,

Favourite Books

Harry Potter, Twelve things to Do Before You Crash and Burn, A Monster Calls, Before I fall, Ender's Game, Hokey Pokey, The Little Prince, The Road.

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Dreaming

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I-am-more-than-words

Aug 17, 2016

Summer 2016

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Here is what I have been up to.

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I-am-more-than-words

Jan 2, 2016

365 Day Project Completed.

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This is the year that I changed from a high school to a college student. This year I decided to record something happy every day that could be with me for the rest of my life. This year I wanted to remember, so here it is. The song does not belong to me. It is PPP by Beach  house, and they get all the credit.