It’s so quiet here lately. Site seems to have changed too, since there isn’t a running comments area any longer. Makes it harder to follow threads.
Change is……. right?
Hoping your days are gentle
Four hundred songs are quiet
As i reach to touch your hand
You the little blue bee, me a
Songbird flitting around lantana.
I have nothing tonight buy this lovely nocturne.
Love yourself.
Be Kind
ffs I’m so trashed I can’t even spell.
Got nothing tonight.
Decided to sink in a bottle of vodka.
Hazy: 0
Life: 1
Better version
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzsSe0fKcLw
Which is just fine.
Loving all the art everyone is posting.
Oh look it has a soundtrack.
I’m not going to be kind or love myself or anyone else tonight. Tapped out.
All is not lost though. Wildflower season is here. I may rally.
What the fuck does he care right? Just cruising in his POS life and fucking with my entire existence.
What the fuck does anyone care right? I woke up this morning and there was this empty bit that started to grow and I am so furious. Just red with anger and frustration. I want to swing a bat at him. Set him on fire.
But I won’t. I have the balloon string in my hand and have found a tree to tie it off on. Fuck me. Fuck my life. This one dimensional existence I bumble through.
Here is the soundtrack to my brain tonight.
But who the hell cares right? In my head I’m painting beauty, writing some new thought and I look around me in this hellhole I’m living in and it’s just me. Fucking loneliness and fright. I’d throw up if I had anything left in me but I don’t. Empty damn relationships. Paper. Wet paper and just a shitshow that won’t stop. I sat and thought wouldn’t it be nice to park myself in another’s soul. No point though because it is impossible.
The sun is blood red
My hand slipped from yours
Ice is my next step
Just zoning out.
Morning sunshine I thought
was my salvation only became
a taste that you hinted was
no more.
OH so recognizable when
your breath smells of passion
flowers in your hair and me
the thief who stole tomorrow.
Nothing changes, things just look different because I have stuffed so deeply that I hardly notice I no longer know who I am.
I tasted your breath this morning
and the honey and bitter love you
shared with me will never be mine.
Two days from now I’ll look at your
hand and wish they were on my skin
but you drink another women’s love
You are in my mind a sad tree frog
that looked into my loveless life and
you taste like pure heaven but you’re not mine.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ox7vLCjsAu0
Akogare no Hinichijou (Longing of the Extraordinary)
I wonder sometimes if my longing has limits?
You unravel and are the sunset vermillian red
Me the sunrise that dresses quietly each morn
A tiny slate frog peeps quietly and I watch
as you sink quietly behind the cerulean horizon.
Love yourself
Be Kind
HDS
And yesterday you gazed sideways
Me a petal on a flower you the
time that it takes for the rain to fall.
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