I Will Set Out

A private record of myself, sharing in the hopes of meeting and making more. Dragged screaming, blissful and devoted.

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Trying to figure out how to interact with a space of my own but also engage with others on my own terms is one I’m still sorting. 

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The moon is full tomorrow and I am taking notes on herbs and weeds and medicine and cleaning out old pasta jars.

My makeshift apothecary is in such a state.

Time to set things back in order and also, maybe order some herbs soon.

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Anyone have any good suggestions for music to fuck to because I'm curating a playlist and I would appreciate some input.

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I'm sorry none of you has ever heard @draggedthroughahedgebackwards read you 'Interview with a Vampire' but it was such an experience and honestly I'm so fucking thrilled I'll never have to share him.

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Waking in bursts

hoping for consistency.

Hesitation has killed so much of

whatever cobwebs were made.

I can feel so much waking at once

How can I not wake with them?

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Drawing water from an empty well is nothing else if not witchcraft.

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bluebells begin to chime

scattered along the edging

and within the walls of the Green Hall

footsteps follow here again.

those who have been germinating stir

the lavender ladies yawn and stretch

the wake to the return

knowing no other for months but sleep.

but He approaches the Green Hill

and so those beneath will crawl upward.

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"I'll rail you in a bog. Hey, maybe you'll see Hozier down there "

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Always birds. Crows, jays, hawks.

Always birds. When I wake and pull curtains back And when I sleep and pull covers over.

Who, if anyone, I always wonder. Her, or the Poet or the Mage?

Or are they just drawn to this land as I am?

Always birds.

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Not to brag...

Feeling overwhelmingly full of love today.

11 days.

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@draggedthroughahedgebackwards has, without fail, managed to select and play exclusively one eyed characters in video games completely on accident.

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Oh, I remember.

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A test is it?

A test of who and who by and

What is the purpose of

swallowing self to continue around?

I can break mugs and walls and

My voice

so what is this

but just something else to break.

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Warm air, and by warm I mean air that is just above freezing, slipped into my car this morning before I made my drive in.

How quickly my mind shifted to thoughts of the fields down road that fill with melted snow and ducks and geese.

Fiddleheads, birch polypore, milkweed, and walking the farmers market arms heavy with honey and jams and fat blueberries.

Green tea ice cream and the smell of used books and incense. Lily of the valley, crocus, tulips, hyacinth, daffodils...

Looking for hermit crabs at sunrise.

Dresses, bare feet, beetles.

Azaleas, rhododendrons, hydrangea.

Open windows and fireflies.

Forsythia.

Winter is here for longer, but the sun is staying with me a little each day and I know plenty are still deeply sleeping.

I miss how bright it could be.