R.A.B.

words, sketches, things i don’t say out loud. mostly quiet, mostly late. mostly red ink.

[gentlecompany]

for the days when you can’t bare to be alone, but can’t stand company

let this be the space between

[gentlecompany]

i yearn to travel

to see the world

but wherever i go

the sun will follow

perhaps i should go

where the light doesnt reach

in the hopes

that you wont be there too

[gentlecompany]

last page of this sketchbook

i think it’s okay to start a new one now

[gentlecompany]

i warned you about the flame

like I wasn’t already standing in it

[gentlecompany]

if i were smarter,

i’d stop building homes

in strangers

[seaphine]

i would love to listen you yapping about your day and annoying me with your selfies.

[ishouldgetlobotomized]

im not anyone's first choice. im not anyone's favorite. people may tell me i mean a lot to them and that im special to them but i know there's someone they'll always choose over me

[gentlecompany]

you don’t make rooms louder.

you make them feel

less alone.

you move like you expect

to be answered.

like your voice

belongs in the air.

i have learned

to take up space carefully.

when you look at me

i forget to measure myself.

[gentlecompany]

i’ve always wondered

do you listen to your favourite songs

the same way that i do?

do you study every lyric

and wonder why it resonates?

do you hear it

over and over

and sing it in your sleep

until you dream of waves and rocks?

do you listen to my favourites too?

[seaphine]

you never realize how frozen your heart is, until someone starts to melt it.

[gentlecompany]

some people arrive

without rearranging anything.

they sit where the light already is,

talk like time is generous,

leave their jacket behind by accident.

i tell myself this means nothing.

i am very good at meaning nothing

when it feels safer.

but the room remembers.

the quiet changes shape.

[ghostofluv]

Maybe I deserve all the terrible things that happened to me

[obscurix]

i want to be good. i want to be loved. i want to matter. fuck i want to mean something.

[gentlecompany]

studies in proximity

[gentlecompany]

i’ve stopped calling it waiting.

now it’s just

the space i leave open

on purpose.

not for anyone in particular.

but just in case.

i don’t ask for signs anymore.

i notice patterns instead.

how certain songs

make the room feel occupied,

how some silences

don’t ask to be filled.

if something stays,

it will know where to find me.

i don’t need more than that.

[vintage-tigre]

[gentlecompany]

What is your favourite solar constelation?

most assume it would be my namesake. i’m not my brother

Aquila. specifically its star, Altair.

it’s one of the first stars to appear at night, and it can be seen from wherever you are in the world. there’s also a myth about it. if you really care, look it up yourself.