Spooky Season

The crow tarot gets me. And today’s card gutted me entirely.

Why waste the potential of wishing for one night when you could create an everafter full of them? I think I’d take it over nothing, but it would just start the heart over in the yearning of it all. Of you. And I’m not sure I could survive that again. For the third time.

To feel the ache of the missing piece found, only to be ripped away again. And willingly? To find the answer to your call, the ebb to your flow? What delight.

What’s the point in limiting the dream to just a breath if it was only ever imaginary in the first place? Why not go all in and lose yourself in the madness you create in the late hours of your day? At least there I know we’re together. At least there we have a purpose, a reason for having been.

Otherwise - one night only serves to light a fire and watch it blaze to a temperature so hot it is doused to contain it. Then you stand and watch the embers struggle for oxygen, for life.

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After all this time? Always.

Love

PHASES OF THE MOON art by Thiago Corrêa

Him’s sleepy boy. The neighbor’s new baby Dozer.

You are a language I am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read.

Oh how I tried

You bring a light to my eyes when I think of you.