Sep 2
There are slivers of past so grey that they collect to reveal a full moon. These terrible things that twist at times my tongue, teem far away now but crater always into today, toiling the tempestuous dark into tremendous joy. Teething away tine, for it’s in order now. This smile hung alongside my crater-beat moon of a past; it appears pretty—
Lines/ direction to explore:
this pain appears as a pretty moon
We forget our pretty moon is a beat up rock in the sky
Themes/ concepts: taking the enormous gravity of life and the really indescribable **** we get dealt and making something monumentally beautiful and life changing in the most positive of ways for ourselves.
this pain appears as a pretty moon
We forget our pretty moon is a beat up rock in the sky
Themes/ concepts: taking the enormous gravity of life and the really indescribable **** we get dealt and making something monumentally beautiful and life changing in the most positive of ways for ourselves.
