THE RAMBLINGS OF S☉NATA

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THE HORSHAM DEVIL

I was led, by a hopeful heart, to the other side of the sea. Thankfully, somewhere along the way, I recognised my worth. I hope you recognise yours. Sometimes we convince ourselves we are unworthy of the same love and kindness we extend to others. There are those who seek to destroy light...do not let them. With love, S. The Horsham Devil You made a pact Left me terrified  I heard you in the dark I’m nothing more  Than something to F-ck 

So, do whatever makes you happy It’s clear that it’s not me  If it’s anything  Are you anything at all?

I’m tired of pretending  Do you feel like a god  When you make lovers beg For your heart 

You tried I’m not descending 

…you are 

I kissed your hands Found nothing but dirt  You play a King  Everybody bows  But I see your true worth 

So, do whatever Makes you happy The sun is in my mouth

And you aren’t 

Anything 

No, not anything At all…

Il mangera ton cœur

Written by Sonata V.R. Neznamy for ZORET

Available 9 August, 2025 .

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Return to Earth

Part of me desires complete, uninterrupted solitude. Like Akasha asleep. The rest of me wants to be Lestat in a rock band, with a never-ending sea of people. I am probably more like Louis, even tho tests keep telling me I'm ESFP. I sit in my room, brooding.

I recognise the fragment of me who wants to hide. She is scared of my becoming (don’t worry, it’s not a scary becoming like Francis Dolarhyde. I probably won’t eat William Blake paintings.). She still can’t trust that she is worthy of goodness. I remind her she is Freddie Mercury’s child, and she needs to get up. Time waits for nobody, and she's hated on herself enough.

Goings on that don't involve becoming one with my mattress:

I wrote a screenplay called Pale Shelter. It weaves together the experience I had in an emotionally abusive relationship & a maladaptive daydream I had as a child.

I am working on an EP. I pretend I already know French, when I can only understand Vincent Cassel cussing. However, I will name my EP:  Je suis là. No one can stop me. I’m a full adult, born in the 1900s. Its production quality will be rubbish, but I'll share it with you anyway.

What we create is not always meant for us, and it's asinine to horde it away because we view it as imperfect.

Wishing you beauty.

x S.