I was blessed on my lunch walk

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I was blessed on my lunch walk
SUBJECT: IMPORTANT, LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU GET THIS (may 2023)
wow! look at this brain you built!
i mean, i know
all of the branches… all of the layers
I know about the structure, about the caving in, about the world and the way it was never supposed to be
I know you, I see what you see
what it is, what’s at stake
to be hid, but…
I back you up, I take you out
I call your name, I hold you now
you and i
you and i babe
we talk like never before.
ya did good today, kiddo
I tell myself
again
each day
new words, packed with gentle sentiment
a new tradition
something to come home to
gay cowboy love poem (2019) - @/julykings on tumblr
“wyoming & nevada do not exist”
they mention her name and it takes you a moment. a second to remember it it’s terrible and painful like remembering fruit baskets in street markets and broken bread and sweet red wine
you never meant to forget. no one ever does there’s wires: crossed and uncrossed, tangled and braided and knotted and terminated
you’re scared of the hands on the clock and the numbers on the screen. you’re scared of the way dates change and hair greys and you don’t remember what it’s like anymore. to play pretend. to read books and see gods and beasts in front of you, vivid and real
flesh and blood feels mortal now. heroes seem fallible. the world is quiet, and it is cold, and it is overrun, but it is lonely.
in the dilapidated city streets that smell of despair you remember. and you need bottles and smoke, now, to ever feel alive
once upon a time there were other souls beside you. once upon a time you laughed together and drank together and sang together and yelled together and fought together and cried together and breathed together
and now you are alone and the world is spinning and it hurts to remember her name. but it hurts even more to forget it again.
on isolation / s.
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