With every absence spent in darkened thought
Upon a page or the corner of the table where
You thought I had been, for a great weight scented me
Silicate incessant, broken, crystallized scene
There is no blame to which my hand will hold
Gracious comfort in the way of sullen strokes
Finesse to be released in such that grids no longer hold
Solid space through which your mind may pour me out
Upon a blank canvas
Teach me how to paint, in avarice conceived
Where hands flock even more north than do the birds
Which send their eyes back home, to the hand
From which they came, blaming believer, it’s me it’s true
For bending breaks when brushes blame the mistakes upon me

“Trust issues” by me.
For the wonderful person who requested a poem about having trust issues but wanting to trust someone and to tell them you love them but being physically unable to.
oh okie dokie c:
I was just wondering, when you first downloaded swtor, did you have any problems with the patching? Mine is downloading very slowly with the first file (English Video 1, 1.5gb) despite my connection being fine.
“might take a long-ass time considering the sizes of the main patches. :<”
Oh I see. Maybe it is taking that long because of the number and size :C oh well good things come to those who wait until classes start
thank you for the help I really appreciate it <3
oh okie dokie c:
I was just wondering, when you first downloaded swtor, did you have any problems with the patching? Mine is downloading very slowly with the first file (English Video 1, 1.5gb) despite my connection being fine.