Lockheart
Swissy
Basic Info
Profile
Identity
- Pacifistic
- Patience
- Pessimist
- Shy
- Self-conscious
- Acquiescent
In the deepest part of the ocean,
lies my frozen heart.
Characteristic
Lockheart is a shy photographer who came to the surface to experience life on land. Things are rough for a girl like her, but she's trying her best!
- snow
- humans
- poetry
- heatwave
- coffee
- heartbreak
A Dream
I knew it was you when the lights cut out and my entire world expanded into shards of blood and flocks of glass.
I imagined your face to be like death— impartial and cold. But It was beautiful, as angels are in all of their foreign terror. “Do not be afraid,” they said, and so said you to me before I died.
I knew it was you when the lights cut out and my entire world expanded into shards of blood and flocks of glass.
I imagined your face to be like death— impartial and cold. But It was beautiful, as angels are in all of their foreign terror. “Do not be afraid,” they said, and so said you to me before I died.
i can't exactly describe how i feel but it's not quite right
and it leaves me cold
A Memory
You are poppy seeds. And licorice.
Slow death by nostalgia.
Childhood, perpetually.
Overwhelming and heavy.
Your self imposed inevitability
Imposes on me an indifference.
I don’t care.
The flux of your existence is heat waves in the vast orange expanse, a shimmer of false water, bright blue and white and made from
layer upon layer of nothing in the screeching, aching, groaning chasm of invalidation.
You are childhood, perpetually.
Slow death by nostalgia.
Overwhelming and heavy.
Poppy seeds. And licorice.
You are poppy seeds. And licorice.
Slow death by nostalgia.
Childhood, perpetually.
Overwhelming and heavy.
Your self imposed inevitability
Imposes on me an indifference.
I don’t care.
The flux of your existence is heat waves in the vast orange expanse, a shimmer of false water, bright blue and white and made from
layer upon layer of nothing in the screeching, aching, groaning chasm of invalidation.
You are childhood, perpetually.
Slow death by nostalgia.
Overwhelming and heavy.
Poppy seeds. And licorice.
A Desire
A Feeling
Sunset Chant
And — the embankment. Still I embrace
The water like a solid thickness.
The gardens of Semiramis,
The hanging ones: your likeness.
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