I love the cutesie ish, up to a point. —>
Once I’m past that point, I’m as cynical as it gets.
Tag: coldness
Not My Problem
When you reach a certain level in field mastery, you do not worry, you accept things as they are, and you let things unfold the way that they should, without your gifts of meaning making and coherence. 🌟
Silk, Before the Severing
A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.
Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.
After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.
Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.
Blowing through my
On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
Untethered, Unbothered
Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.
Please, no more.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 