#trxshratalgernxn

[trxshratalgernxn]

Aye to all, sorry I hyped this shit up then went ghost. I ain't been strong, kinda been holding my art close to the chest under the excuse of "no one cares what you write." Maybe you're out there, maybe you need me, yea, you. So I'll try to be there for you and for me, maybe we don't need to feel so alone.

[trxshratalgernxn]

Emperor Time

And just like that, in a shadow shrouded sanctuary of silk sheets and four walls to deny the world did we find out. Under the gaze of glowing eyes plagued with humming bird flutters, and the silver swords of moonlight piercing blinds; clothing our bodies in moonstruck ribbons. In this truth, we realized the relationship we had with time.

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Haunted

He hears it again, like whispers but of the mind. The voice in his head says he's dying and he shakes it off angrily, not done trying. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, but he feels the hands of despair making tugs at his spine, needing only to convince him to try one more time. Valuing freedom remaining confined, falling prey to his apathy on 5 to 9's. And he grinds and he grinds forgetting how to unwind, a man who moves serpentine forced to follow straight lines. His body quakes near implosion when the reaper says "it's time," life discontinued pennies and death looks like a dime, and that’s the thing, he doesn't wish to rewind, a phantom stranger trying to leave a timeline. Like a true ocean spirit, a master of crying, so hard to FUCKIN walk when you're meant to be flying. Taking any hint of beauty as a positive sign because it's hard to make time to keep chakras aligned. A haunted Gypsy ghost who's life is actually mine.