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.
Tag: control
Blowing through my
On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
Subsumed by the Mirror
The mirror is not good or bad, it’s simply neutral.
No harm in staying for bit, or being flattered by the reflection. But you don’t stay there. You don’t live in it and let it consume you.
Remember the difference between the puppet and the puppeteer.
Boundaries Intact
Self-coherence does not chase recognition.
It breeds boundaries that are assertive, without being hostile.
Differentiating between autonomy and aggression.
It holds. Quietly.
Just Pretend
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, or don’t. Either way, survival mode does not ask for permission, it demands presence.
And you submit and obey.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 