I have myself, for certain 🥰
When I am moved to speak from the eternal I feel a resounding answer from the core of my being
This moment is the defining fire that separates the dross from the gold. May our hearts be revealed in this time of rage and ravaging. May we not break under the weight, amen.
It is an amusing thought: I am needed by cishet society even as I am disavowed. They need that disavowal to structure their own reality. It is within their abjection that I am revealed as an urgent necessity for their psychic constitution.
Your cascading kisses melt against my skin
But what does the heart say?
Shit-self
Exactly what you run from you end up chasing 💨
It's always what you can't have ⛓️
I am a knot 🪢
It feels like glitter 🪩
The wind searches for nothing. It breathes into all things.
The Soul does not have an agenda when it observes
There is a thought without a thinker.
There is a voice without a speaker.
There is a tone without a sound.
Nothing lasts forever, treasure the time you have
Just because there’s room for improvement doesn’t mean you can’t also admire how far you have come.
Some things shouldn’t be written, they should be spoken.
Love isn’t just found in the other. It’s found in the text, the brushstroke, the radiance of nature itself.
I can’t understand everything. No amount of thinking can solve some quandaries.
It feels so different to not perform, to not be perceived.
Assume everyone has something interesting to say.
I crave mutualistic, emotional intimacy with someone that doesn’t feel pressured to fit into societal expectations of romance or sexuality.
There’s a part of me that really wants to live, not just take up space.
The dew drops are the tears of a melancholic earth.
So you found that door, closed and forgotten. Just imagine how many more exist out there, waiting to be discovered.
Sometimes I feel like I’ll never be able to maintain friendships. Not to be dramatic. I just long for a deeper connection and I don’t want to lose hope I can get it one day.
Feeling emotions without extremes can be hard.
Love can be a drug. Something to chase, crave, and cling too. Love can be holistic. Something to hold, cherish, and let go.