Oscar Isaac
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These tears lack flow.
This ink is dead.
What have you broken?
This heart shakes
Like yellowish purple foliage
In capricious disquiet.
These words break
Like hollow-hearted smiles
And I can't let you in.
I usually find myself torn between the cosmic orchestra and the abysmal void. This time, though, I'm not stuck. I'm somewhere else. The alchemic lake has dried. The trees of knowledge are naked. But the sky is clear. Always remember that the sky is clear.
You entrust your heart and its blood-flow to someone and you suddenly find yourself waking up to wet, reddened lips.
"So con, convince your mirror, as you've always done before, giving substance to shadows, giving substance evermore." Whatever the poison, it's not really making any difference is it? And no matter how sweet the music, its mysterious remedial force can't stop this internal haemorrhage. And that's okay. I'm okay.
Now take this uninspired garbage and bury it alongside your decapitated principles.
This despair is all I have
And it's not yours to hold
I'm not yours to hold.
This encounter is a delusion,
Boring encrypted mythology.
I'm not here.
This perseverance is an empty shell,
And now I break it into letters.
Everything will change.
Everything will change.
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"Oh why can't you let go
Like a bird in the snow
This is no place to build your home."
Imagine Dragons