slowdive- when the sun hits

our moon

  I remembered his face the second time I saw him and was surprised at the butterflies I had... 

  We stood there together and I waited for him to ask me while being prepared for what he was going to ask me

  We became friends for awhile but I knew he loved me when I looked into his eyes

  He would call me and inquire of music when other boys only texted and inquired of nothing in particular

  We would walk together in the night along cafe-lined streets and I would ask him what in the world I ever did before him...still not being sure of my feelings but knowing he divinely altered my perspective of the male species

  He would look at me longingly while I played him my favorite songs and pretend not to notice

  He was there to take me to the places I dreamed of when no one else would partake in those desires

  He was there when I asked him to go away and continued to divulge in conversations about the moon

  Oh, how we adored the moon together!
  Like its purpose was to galvanize two tangled lovers

  Like it only belonged to us, like we owned the sky

  Then one foggy evening the gods cast a spell on me and I knew I was meant to be his

  A scintillating scent drifted into my bedroom and all I could think about was my hands in his hair and his lips on mine

  Not long after love occurred, but not a simple love, that deep love that one only finds once in a lifetime.

  We couldn’t get enough of each other yet waited to consummate our oneness

  Then in a cabin in the woods we gave ourselves to one another fully, delicately, perfectly

  We showed our truest selves in the quiet of the cold

  A brilliant fire

  A tuned guitar

  This was all we needed

  Our world was nothing but mad love and music, and it was forever in that moment

  He would throw pizzas into the air and I would imagine our children

  With his almond eyes and my wide smile

  Our simple imperfections blending to make a lively little soul

  He would make me coffee in the morning and I would kiss his face over and over until not an inch was spared

  We would make egg sandwiches while the sun went down to start our magical nights

  He would hold his hand to my heart until I thought I might die of happiness

  Then I was called to venture to faraway lands

  And you conquered everything you ever wanted in our city 

  And when I came back into your arms everything was the same...

  Until it wasn’t 

  Until the darkness swooped in like a veil against our transparent sky

  The music dulled and I couldn’t hear you anymore

  You woke angry and I ignored phone calls

  We ended things and you went away

  I sent you memories and you never wanted to see them

 You reached out to the me that wasn’t there anymore

 Who were we now without each other?

  This I wonder still, lying awake nights, when I forget for a moment that your arms are not around me 

 And in this moment everything is quiet

 And calm

Grimes- Skin

The Void

 I am immersed in ink. Thick, bordering tar-like ink that seeps into every crevice of my body. The man standing in front of me laughs, and I hate him for laughing, because can’t he see that amidst my continued struggle to get clean I have fallen further and further into the forgotten abyss? That the language I used to speak doesn’t translate in this realm and, if I were to ask for help with a physical gesture, that I would only get a wide-eyed stare from the creatures who lack any amount of sympathy? I see them come awake at night, rising high above me, their skin rotten and covered in growing parasites. They look at each other with solid white eyes, enormous eyes that flicker and that seem to serve no other purpose but to highlight their gripping madness and empty souls. The recurring sound of screams, the depiction of agony that kept me awake in my stillness were the catalyst to my eventual paralyzation. The creatures needed me to feed on, I knew that, and accepted my demise like a lamb who had been captured by a lion and, after all of the torture of being ripped apart while just-enough alive, finally found comfort in the mastication- found peace for a glimmer of a moment before the lion sank his teeth into its neck to end the little lamb’s suffering. 

  

  I gaze at the man in front of me, helpless, anticipating the evil his hands will do before he vanishes me from this world forever. 

  

  The lion is always a he, you know. 

Nicely done ladies ***WARPAINT***

I'm high on the real thing...and I know precisely where I am...

I don't mind talking to myself...

go easy on me...it's my first time...2014

Follow what inspires you

Peru

Is reality more of what is in books or of what makes up life? Is it literature that gives us the feeling of nostalgia more than actual events that happen to us? 

  I imagine this next chapter will bring nothing for us
 And you'll search for me in all that foliage you thought you dug up years ago
 The rain pours harder now
 You'll continue searching for me there in the garden
 The garden I always wanted
 But never knew I could have
 Your callings go unnoticed 
 For I found myself already in the trees 
 In the lake
 And over the moon