It's may
I'm on holiday with my family in Greece
Listening to Caroline Polachek
Spring is coming with a strawberry in the mouth
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 5:51 AM UTC
If I were a moth and you a firefly
I would follow you anywhere.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
It is not unusual for stars
to love, cosmic attraction
pulling one to another.
In the beginning when the
earth exploded into being
the sun and moon were
born to govern it.
As natural opposites they
avoided one another
sparing no thought whilst
following their own
cosmic paths, solivagant.
Occasionally the moon would
watch the earth and saw how the sun
nourished and brought
joy to its people.
And in turn the sun noted
the moons protective
shade and pitch night
wherein many lovers
stole forbidden kisses.
As the stars courted they
saw each other wholly
for the sun while
nourishing can also be
scorching and deadly, and the moon though many took comfort in its
glow others took it as an
advantage for carrying
out cruel misgivings.
Finally they decided to
meet, a day was chosen
and for a moment they
were as one.
This did not last.
The people below
panicked at this sight
fearing for their lives their
fervent prayers reached
the heavens and so once
more they parted and took
their immortal stations, everlonging.
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 8:37 AM UTC
I lit the candle in my heart
It's wax drips through my veins
Watch it flicker for you, as I am set ablaze.
Mar 4, 2024
Mar 4, 2024 at 8:38 PM UTC
Some days I cannot bear to look at myself.
I flourish in the dark corners, I sing to the shadows and relish their indifference.
Seek what you dream, there is some warmth in the cold.
Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC
Behind doors I cannot open with keys that never was, i feed letters through slots hoping they would reach him.
I dreamt that he would consume them and one day emerge, whole.
But the chrysalis never broke, and what couldve been never was.
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 5:46 PM UTC
I dance between the spaces you create, the air you shift, my music.
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 8:16 PM UTC
My dad once built a shed out of old doors
Each odd colours he'd collect along his travels, when one grew tired and porous another would take its place
Even the floor was doors
I dreamt of opening them to secret places and posted letters through the slots hoping it would reach them
But they never opened, and all that remained was my father grey and aged in his shed made of doors.
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 11:40 AM UTC
Our souls will remain within the husk of our mortal sleeves, never to interlace, and it shall be a divine and universal mercy
Jul 1, 2023
Jul 1, 2023 at 8:02 AM UTC