fuck hallowmist man. i cant SEE.
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fuck hallowmist man. i cant SEE.
Everything in waves: love, sea, change. Take care and be kind to your body. Ease into your transition. The water of what laps at your ankles, will rise up to your mouth: breaking into froth, crystallizing the lung. (Sometimes you have blood in one and water in the other.) Look out at the sea. This isn't strange. You are grains of rock, old shells and ash. You'll come back to yourself again.
Sea change.
If love could have been something to be devoured: Know I would have swallowed it whole.
Desperate.
Bless this mess. The half opened door. The cracked light. Draped over sleeves and Creasing sheets, As arms and legs Huddle into The growing warm. The shirts and shoes May be untidy But they fit fine.
“Bless this mess.” - courtesy of @bokuto-kou
I am not a good friend. I forget to ask if you are fine. I assume you're okay without asking. I'm terrible at making time. I spam messages without answering. I don't ask about what's important. I avoid what I want to bring up. I don't talk for days, not wanting to burden you. I enforce my own expectations onto you for Reaction, love or answering. I'm boring. I believe that you don't want me. I'm unavailable the one time you need me. I'm selfish, without acknowledging it. I pin the holes that hurt shut. I don't talk to you about it. I forget your love and kindness. I paint you differently to how you are. I don't say what I love about you enough. I don't say that you are good company. I forget to thank you. So thank you. Thank you for being with me.
Music entraps the heart: If not with lyrics, then chords. I sit, listen moonstruck: How easily you have me.
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The moonlight he was drawn to, For safety when afraid. (Unbridled acceptance.) The sunlight he was repelled from, Yet dying to taste. (Keep it close.)
Blood and water.
❛❛ that out of the 4.5 billion years this world has existed, we managed to find each other.❜❜