I felt something between a kiss and a knife ****** which became our embrace and I'm not sure if I sank into it or if it sank into me but we enjoined and it drained me of my anxiety and filled me with a sense of confused childhood, a migration path and a kind of transitioning, bringing me grief and joy in equal portion. And yet, and yet. And so, and so. We walked then, more entwined than Spring and Winter, and just as conflicted, knowing this too was our purpose, and that resolution might only come at the turning of Summer's solstice, calling us to begin again.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
I felt something between a kiss and a knife ****** which became our embrace and I'm not sure if I sank into it or if it sank into me but we enjoined and it drained me of my anxiety and filled me with a sense of confused childhood, a migration path and a kind of transitioning, bringing me grief and joy in equal portion. And yet, and yet. And so, and so. We walked then, more entwined than Spring and Winter, and just as conflicted, knowing this too was our purpose, and that resolution might only come at the turning of Summer's solstice, calling us to begin again.
It's that time of year. Saw daffodils and felt conflicted.
