to nothing and to the night
I live here. Spinning through the days like a moth finding freedom. Life is dark and beautifull and full of very typical surprises. Here is full of promises. Here is my safety net of sacred imaginings. I feel it on the back of my neck like a premonition.
Crinkle. Sigh and stop. I am flowing with a movement much keener than my blood and aching for the smell of the sunlight. Crisp and green and just below my fingertips. But it’s nothing and it’s ignored.
Just words. All of them and still they keep me thrumming. Flying softly through my viens. A bird flying. Flying.
Each thought is a decision. Omitions! and digging deeply to the grave and all of our past transgressions. spilled.
Fill me like a liquor. Burning greatly and slightly off kilter. Leave me beleiving in the stars and love and transitions. newer things.
I live here. Whimsy words and words you whisper.You are a sacred drug belonging. To nothing. Here’s to nothing and to the night.
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It started as a blog. the words took over. Happy New Year darlings. I’m sure there’ll be no post tomorrow night. Happy New Year! New beginings. Let’s make it worthwhile.
