What remains of who I was Has drained away, leaving God knows what.
In the lingering light of a terrible storm Lightning touches left me warm
I’m glad you’re absent, even though I need you Because I don’t want you to see me fall Feel proud of breaking down At least you’re actually feeling something now
Take my hand, and meet my fear Hey, it’s me And I’ve always been here
It’s in my genes, it’s in my sight It’s in my speech, my movement My writing, my grip and my height
Cry and writhe, leave the room God’s got no idea and neither do you.
I’m glad you’re absent, even though I need you Because I don’t want you to see me fall And in the end, I‘m Not much at all
◆ NEWTON GEISZLER ◆
Whatever happens, he'll leave it all up to chance.
He doesn't remember them.
The Newt they knew before was recklessly charismatic and possessed with an odd sense of humor, but a useful ally. The Newt they know now is different - less scarred, less broken, and more prone to hurtling himself headfirst into everything that attracts his interest. This is something they can relate to, but they still...worry. Impossibly, ridiculously, perhaps foolishly, they worry.
It is a foolish thing, to fret over that which they might not be able to change. But they have always been the sort of person to attempt the impossible.
newton geiszler ◆ pacific rim
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What remains of who I was
Has drained away, leaving God knows what.
In the lingering light of a terrible storm
Lightning touches left me warm
I’m glad you’re absent, even though I need you
Because I don’t want you to see me fall
Feel proud of breaking down
At least you’re actually feeling something now
Take my hand, and meet my fear
Hey, it’s me
And I’ve always been here
It’s in my genes, it’s in my sight
It’s in my speech, my movement
My writing, my grip and my height
Cry and writhe, leave the room
God’s got no idea and neither do you.
I’m glad you’re absent, even though I need you
Because I don’t want you to see me fall
And in the end, I‘m
Not much at all
The Newt they knew before was recklessly charismatic and possessed with an odd sense of humor, but a useful ally. The Newt they know now is different - less scarred, less broken, and more prone to hurtling himself headfirst into everything that attracts his interest. This is something they can relate to, but they still...worry. Impossibly, ridiculously, perhaps foolishly, they worry.
It is a foolish thing, to fret over that which they might not be able to change. But they have always been the sort of person to attempt the impossible.