#bitsofstarglow

[unmondefou]

He cries out in pain,

for her absence still rains down meteors

upon his heart,

​while she lives in heavy silence,

concealing the agony of her parting

within a black hole.

​And between two parallel cosmos,

their once-unified nebula soul

split into an eclipse of cause and effect,

creating a celestial Syzygy

reuniting only when anger and regret

ignite into a resounding kiss.

Their explosion.

--- h.harouche

[asinglefabric]

We never see

Emptiness

is

right

in

front

of

us

but

the world

keeps

filling

it

in

before

we

can

ever

see

the sacred

at

work.

[elegiesuponyourgravestone]

— jv orongan, “and if grief were ever a debt, i think i have been paying it in fragments of myself.”

[severenightpersona]

Wind

sad, long grass obeys under the sudden

pushes of a storm which has begun to

causing the water of the sea go berserk

cause havoc in the fields surrounding the

outskirts of this city

I feel scared but also adore this strength

and my heart beats loud, i know

wind is nothing special but its power has

increased and the oceans know

I have always loved its coolness in summer

andt the way it makes snowflakes dwirl down

in wintertime not to folrget the subtle way

it choses which leaves of trees in autumn

have to go first

wind- love it or hate it, but it will always be

there

@severenightpersona

[final-cyphers]

SK_NKS

so like how does that work?

they don't just

turn around and

squirt that shit

like a projectile

right? they probably

fart that shit like

lil stink clouds for

predators that chase em

and believe me

i aint chasin em

[final-cyphers]

( (( ((( (( () ) )) )))

this, that, those, them

when?

friends? (nary). solo.

pretending, as to say:

entrenched immensely in pretense

repeating

dead history

living records with many rings

breathing

never dying

expand, contract (looping)

only converge

only con verge

on ly merging with

the main branch

(squash commit) ■

{May 20, 2026}

[final-cyphers]

I feel like an ant floating in a bowl of piss

Crawling under lids

Smell the stink of death when

The others get squished

I'm on the brink of blinking red

I'm running dry

It's in my head

It's in the news

It can't be real

I thought times were hard

But they're far from comprehensible

Circle the drain before I flush

Whirl with the tornado's will

This side of grass is much too lu--

This side of grass is much too thirst.

If I had you first, I would cut my shrub

Then feed the weeds

And burn the gloves

{May 19, 2026}

[asinglefabric]

Needs to see

The soul

worries

the world

is

burning,

the ground

dying,

rocks

cracking,

but

all

the soul

needs

to

be

quieted

is

us

seeing

the diamonds

of

the sun

glittering

on

the wide

ocean.