A drawing of the moon and sun is hung from above my bed and every morning I wake and realize the mistakes,

(of how your) name rung like a bell through my body


how silly

Break the
Love in Purity who’s to be discouraged from ***






I know not what’s next I need my mind out of this hex I wish she loved be back again but a million miles away from the moon and I am the sun
My Sol is lost,

And this is where I ask myself why I’m so aloof. Who am I. What is myself. How grounded am I to the affects my body will experience from the actions I take.

I’ve spent a long while meandering. Running even. I’m confused. About everything. I’ve unraveled unto where each segment of spirit and personhood is delicately dissected and laid forth for observation.

What part is in defiance