May 27, 2016
I've been following u for a while, tho we never interacted. I'm sorry ur in a not so good situation, and I wish u the best of luck and love. Plz take care. ❤️🍃🌼
// Thank you so much, you too. All of you. ❤️🌱
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I've been following u for a while, tho we never interacted. I'm sorry ur in a not so good situation, and I wish u the best of luck and love. Plz take care. ❤️🍃🌼
// Thank you so much, you too. All of you. ❤️🌱
// Forestsuggestion is going on hiatus until further notice, and any submissions will be queued when I get back. //
are you still looking for another mod?
// Everyone can continue to send in applications if you’d like, but I won’t be choosing someone for a while. As far as anyone who’s already applied, I still have your info.
// Hey guys, I just felt the need to apologize for how scattered I’ve been with suggestions and poems and everything. I’ve been in and out of the hospital for the last couple months, so I haven’t really been able to determine my schedule. Thanks for all the support otherwise, -Koushi
Edit: I’m not really willing to talk about what’s been happening, as it’s very personal, but I appreciate the concern.
black clothes and ghost choirs. unheard footsteps on the dark pavement. smoke and reflections on the lake of another forest. drunken laughter and bloody kisses. bruised heels from running barefoot.
I know it gets dark early now and the tired is setting in and everything sort of feels blank and hazy and I just want to spend ages staring at walls thinking of nothing. and so I sit, with gold in my thousand eyes and waiting, doing exactly that. a misplaced flash, fade in, are you mad because I don't know what you used me for? I was searching for something as I watched you run and I still can't place it. yeah, I'm depressing and nihilistic and cynical, but in a casual way, right? chill.
I led myself by the hand. without even destination, we kept walking. fluffed clouds were floating in the sky. I already know what will happen to me when I wake up. maybe nothing but a burden, perhaps I held on too tightly. blinking. floating. ending.
rodomel and vodka. I say I'm fine and you say that I've lost my sway and glow. I don't know if I'm still sad or just exhausted; I'm always tired. like the hazy feelings of subways and rest stops and bedrooms at 4 am, empty neon bowling alleys and roller rinks, deep bamboo forests, the moment of realization of what's happened and that you're dying. 'why do you weep? did you think I was immortal?' asks the sun king. 'as immortal as a candle.'