#inkgoggles

[1juniperberries1]

Hmsmsmsm.. inkygoggles...

(Oh GOD IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING!!! ((<- feeling like a sansxsans shipper again))

Tbh ts growing on me pretty fast..

(Motm bendy by Fly and Nort. We all know who Quest is from. Ewugh.)

Poem under the cut (yes I wrote a fuckass poem.)

My love is a small sun

trapped in a failing chest,

turning and turning

for the gravity of you.

You have already become sky.

Not gone.

Never gone.

Just lifted into that quiet blue country

where the stars keep their promises.

I look up the way oceans look at the moon,

helpless with wanting.

Every night my heart pulls toward you

like tide toward shore.

We were two candles in a hospital wind,

two fragile flames cupped in trembling hands.

Yet somehow your light climbed higher,

learning the language of constellations.

Now you burn there,

soft as frostlight,

patient as winter stars.

And I am still here

a sun that cannot reach the moon,

aching bright with you.

But love travels farther than breath.

Farther than bone.

Farther than the frail arithmetic of time.

So when my small sun finally dims,

when my ribs forget their rhythm,

I will rise like morning light,

like warmth through frozen glass,

and find you again

waiting in the sky

where our two lights

will finally

touch.