The cold January air has filled my lungs. A fiery gaze I give the moon—my tight breathing, hitching, my divine shadow foreshadowing what will happen next. Blood and my sweet cherry wine.

The stars hovering over the moon and the grey clouds fogged up and him, beside me. His heartbeat almost dugged out of his chest, even if I can make out what will he say next, I make sure I wear an all smile. He needs to see I am better off without him. He needs to know I will be okay.

And the next thing I knew... He was gone far away like a ship in the night, drowned by waves and dark fiery gaze of the ocean, I listen, as I slowly loses the noise of everyone, I lost myself. And then this song came, another tears swell at the sight of my eyes. I sang a little bit, and a part of me lost everything that night.

The cold January air and my sweet cherry wine.

do not attempt any magic
when the full moon glow
during dark magic hour
powers are dull
we are already dealing with more than we can handle
so draw a bath
burn Palo Santo
Light a candle
and rest your precious soul
when the full moon glow
it will come
we will cleanse
it will go
it will leave our magic low
only to regrow
and overflow
until the next full moon glow

~take things slow

i rise with the sun
green plants around, clear skies above
a plan to bloom today, but then a fog surrounds
different hues blooming around, i feel dull
why is there a dark cloud above?

flowers standing tall around, im drowning in a muddy puddle beneath
the sky poured it's tears on me, it weighed me down
it made me dry, i cant feel the ground
why am i left behind?

as if it's the end of the world
the sun begins to set, it's leaving me in the dark
a plan to bloom today, swallowed by the night
i am scared, i cant see the path ahead
why am i still here?

the stars gently smiled
as the moon softly replied,
"some flowers only bloom at night"

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