#confessions:

[semeiahelius]

To Anon.

Bind my mouth with hexes so that I may not speak your name; it holds too much power over me. From holy lips pour heresies like pomegranate seeds. I swallow willingly. If only I had been Our Lady of the Underground as to bloom for you again. You refused, yet forbade a bed for me to lay and rot. Private Hell. All that is left is to burn.

R.

[semeiahelius]

To Anon.

You are such a devastingly beautiful soul. I feel as though you are one of the very few who can feel and see each thread in the fabric of life. The type to look at the night sky and does not see a sea of black; instead, a myriad of blues and purples slowly, violently churning. Somewhere a sun dies, but in the process creates new life. You remember this, the creation of our universe, and we are mere ghosts made of everything which came before. Wonderful and tragic, hearing every ancient whisper in our bones. You have already lived a thousand lives. I am left overwhelmed by your primordial being; unknown to you I drown in your depths.

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A late night list:

[aelrindel]

Confessions:

I feel like i'm going to puke and start crying. Thanks.