griever.

umm the inner universal,
collecting all that we are.
boom boom it aint much, boom boom you can't touch me
if i'm a star, and i am free,
collecting pieces of the sea.
umm umm you're just a chapter now
of something i could write.
but i won't, you could ask but don't.
some day you just might.
we're unpredictable.
some day you might call me up and scream,
and i will understand.
umm yes i think i will understand
that moments are collecting.

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- what's your name?
- Griever.
- you're a lion?
- what's a lion?
- ... it's what you are. at least it's what you look like.
- i don't know what a lion looks like.
- okay, then what are you?
- not sure what you'd call me...
- why are you here?
- i'm here for you.
- what? like a guardian angel or something?
- i don't know what that is.
- well, what DO you know?
- i know you. i know everything about you.
- cool.
- no. not so cool, actually.
- why are you so serious?
- because someone, something... is coming to get you.
- what?
- not sure what you'd call them.
- why do they want me?
- i don't know.
- okay... but you're going to protect me?
- i'm going to try. but the odds aren't with us.
- when are they ever?
- right.

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