{"id":614,"date":"2005-01-19T00:55:47","date_gmt":"2005-01-18T23:55:47","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=614"},"modified":"2005-01-19T01:01:28","modified_gmt":"2005-01-19T00:01:28","slug":"lock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2005\/01\/19\/lock\/","title":{"rendered":"lock"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/images\/lock.jpg\" alt=\"lock\" \/><br \/>\n<br \/>\n<em><br \/>\nthe red wine has been spilled, a hurrican came and left me, who&rsquo;s been on the wake, setting the alarm on fire, the earliest hour, get up and follow me, iron and spears have taken me,<br \/>\naway.<br \/>\ni&rsquo;ve grasped another morning, silent burns threaten to split your decisions but i&rsquo;m with you now, fear nothing i see your golden hand shaking, we&rsquo;re rising, your medals failed to explain what you&rsquo;ve achieved, there&rsquo;s only one sound<br \/>\nand pinned to my screen, a lock of your hair, waiting.<br \/>\nthe longest years have fallen on me, i feel a deep breath on my chest, it isn&rsquo;t you, it&rsquo;s the music of tides, i&rsquo;ve been hearing it ever since you&rsquo;ve made your mind and stayed,<br \/>\naway<br \/>\nlet me change the orbit, our concussions lost for our attention, i&rsquo;m drawing these places closer with every heartbeat, and through the tones i gather and staple, i look for a second of shrill desire, drain your toy towns i&rsquo;ll keep your senses clean,<br \/>\nand pinned in the air, a lock of your hair, waiting&#8230;<\/em><br \/>\n<br \/>\n<em>soundtrack : cyann &#038; ben &#8211; i can&rsquo;t pretend anymore<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the red wine has been spilled, a hurrican came and left me, who&rsquo;s been on the wake, setting the alarm on fire, the earliest hour, get up and follow me, iron and spears have taken me, away. i&rsquo;ve grasped another morning, silent burns threaten to split your decisions but i&rsquo;m with you now, fear nothing [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-614","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-on-pause"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/614","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=614"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/614\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}