[king boo]

reserved omg ; o ;

[mitsurugi]

possible res

[voidsounds]

who am i? i am nothing but dust.

my name is blare. i align with nothing, not even a definite gender. however, i was born of the male sex, so male pronouns will be used (he/him) i am never static, always moving, but i have no sense of purpose. my name is the opposite of me, for I am silent, indiscreet, conserved, sly, and cunning. i am a white shadow, unnoticed in the bright lights of the city and screaming cars and loud voices. i have little need for speech, for my eyes and expressions can tell most everyone my exact thoughts, pinpointed with a few muscles moved.

my mind is filled with thoughts, constantly, and my mind works like a well-oiled machine; never stopping to rest or breathe or feel, whether one likes it or not. i am quick to know and slow to forget, for my mind is fresh clay, the lightest touch leaving an indent in its surface, forever to be etched there. i am clever, too clever for my own good. sometimes this cleverness distances me from life, and makes me manipulate them with ease, because I can see right through them to their programming and wires, their essences and their fragile beating hearts. i am an alien robot, unfeeling and cold machinery, unknowing to the rises and downfalls of emotions and feelings. i am the unfamiliar, surrounded by warm flesh and laughter and tears and blood and salt. i am the outcast, but this is not a bad thing. i enjoy looking down on the truly living, seeing what i could have had from what I chose.

why I am this way is a mystery. i never felt truly accepted. not because of others, but accepted by myself. both I and society saw me as something, but i knew I was something else. i yearned for change, to be elsewhere. i wanted to float among the stars and the dust and the cold, cold void, because i knew that out there, it would only be me and my thoughts, my ideas and networking spiraling outwards into an endless expanse, free for me to manipulate and sculpt to my liking. i still wish to be among the stars, my friends and family, because i feel that i am a being of the stars and the universe, and that is where i belong, not on this earth that i was born on. i aligned with the stars when i found the term for ones like myself: spacekin. my parents were baffled but accepting, always letting me go whichever way i chose to go, and i chose the stars. at night I could hear them singing, their whistling voices piercing the cosmos and swirling in my head and behind my eyelids. i saw them in my lucid dreams, and i still do.

my dreams are vivid, bright, full of color and feeling and emotion. my dreams are the closest thing that defines me as a living thing. in consciousness, i am stoic and vast, but in dreams, i am dynamic, light, and infinite. i soar in my reverie, and accomplish things that I would have never thought could be true. of course, though, they aren’t, since this ecstasy is shattered when my cold green eyes open and bright, blinding light floods them.

there are few things that appeal to me. cold logic, debate, and intelligence are a few, and the few that I can name. ambience, electronica, and nice sounds are always pleasing, and the sound and scent of rain are some of the simple pleasures. birds fly through the sky and conquer the air, and makes me long to be with them. crecendos, action, and over exuberance drill and pound into my skull and cloud my mind with irrelevant noises and thoughts.

i am a wandering soul. i never stay in one place, because everything becomes too familiar, too close to a home, and it distracts from my home in the stars. so travelling frequently is the answer. i never grow attached to any place for too long because I know that I will leave it all behind sooner or later. i dream and pray that it will be sooner rather than later that I can join the universe as its child in my rightful place.

who am i? i am blare, and i belong with the stars.








isolated system - muse
hometime - one eskimo
neglected space - imogen heap
white shadows - coldplay
icarus - bastille
peasants - houses
this is the future - owl city
natural light - porter robinson
cold out there - jon hopkins


770/1000

[LeavingCSgoodbye]

Mark, have an Idea

[dinkleberg]

[ no common sense - accident prone - lazy - reads comics - loves superheroes ]

[Dart]

mark

[Dova]

mark

[extraterrestrial]

reserve

[koegami]

marking - possible name : Sombra

[nervousdog]

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Monoceros

(mon oss sir us)

Major wip .