Aphrodite, let me wear you as a coat.
Keep me warm in the winter so that I may spread your seed.
Love.

We are all so uncomfortably alive right now. Together.

By the time i had tried to take a picture it was gone.
Once again, i felt that i would never live any moment again.
The tape had stopped recording and my pen had	gone inkless.


With all my conviction.
I am dying.
The most forcefully i can.
The most violent	suicide.

I am exploding within each and every moment.

You dont fear life anymore, you fear death.
The grim reaper, the devil, everything has scared us away.
We run backwards and wear clothing inside out.
Everything we create we throw out,
and the things we used to value are worthless	now.


What is left but to live life purposefully,
especially in a world where so many	still die young.

We have built up armour upon armour,
and glide seamlessly through life unencumbered, yea,
the wind could cut you.
You are as fragile as a mountain is.
As dormant as the stormy seas.
You lie still, right here after the battlefield.
already triumphant over death.

How much more pure can a baby's suicide get?

You were too weak to live and too afraid to die.
So many have conquered the fear of death honorably,
but cowered, lo, hiding from	life.
Your death is already impure, you are much too old.
But, can you triumph over	the eternity of life?

How long can you keep the armour off your body?

Seconds, if at all...


Live purely for as long as you can will yourself.

An infinite power.

The limits of reality stretch only as far as you can feel.

I am an actor on the stage of your eyes.
Posed dramatically like an arrangement of flowers.
Each branch and petal signifying an unremarkable facet of life.
Yet somehow when	complete makes the wet underfoot of earth,
and then sets it alight.

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓
These are all things I've sent to you.
As far as my heart can reach.
I wondered through that ghost town;
The one you call home.

Each,

And

every,

Day.
┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

Marlboro was one or maybe the first brand i ever learnt about.
A convenient death stick to get you to death slightly faster.

You have now set the timer. Ready to die motherfucker??
The beginning and the end are at the same place on this trip.
Enjoy the thrill of being alive

How silly that we apply different labels of love.
Wife, girlfriend, best friend... true love is all the same.

It can be applied not only to people but for everything.
To love music, or a special place,
or the dog that greets you	gently with eyes so pure.

That is the essence of love.

That is what i feel for	you.
And what i have felt from the beginning of my life,
and what i will feel until the very end.

My life is my grandest expression of love to you.
Every day i wake, i shall show you my devotion.
For you are my religion. My lover.
And the very thing I call life.

I dont expect you to understand.
Tat tvam asi

I lived the best moments of my life with you. I forgive you and I can’t help but to admit I am still in love with you. Even though I know with all my conviction that you were the reason why I couldn’t breathe.

You were the oxygen dropping from above, and I wildly grasped at you to help me survive the trauma of a violent death. I died in those years, and you watched me be reborn. Into something new. But you were, and will always be, still in that wreckage i left behind. Something unspoken. Something abandoned. Something unloved. And you would wait forever for that plane to fly you home if it could. It’s a tragedy you can’t escape. It’s a weight on your shoulder. But I loved you while you still lived. And one day, you drunk away and lost your grip of me, And i ran out the door. Like a stray dog believing in its infinite freedom. Only to be met with forces much larger than you or I. Your beatings protected me, but only when you told me that you loved me. I always wonder why you treated that word as a white lie. Something that i could never forget, Was that you’d always tell white lies. To protect me from the bad things. But now I’m weak without you. And I have grown meek, Pale in the shadow of what we saw, The most beautiful summers, Of just you and I.

Hey how are ya! I’ve been really thinking of understanding whether or not being a professional domme is the right thing for me or not and I was stalking my hairdresser’s followed to try and find some random profiles to follow and i honestly couldn’t believe that figuring that question out became so much easier because there are people who offer similar things that i want to offer and also offer mentorships. Is there any way we could book in a chat during the day?

This is not the sweltering pace i'm used to.
Our lives are deliberately slow and so.
we can take in more of our surroundings.
Our journeys currently _inert_twined.
Best explained as two passengers on a bus ride.

Oh! But never getting on or off at the same stop.
That's OK. I like seeing your face.
The way you look at me,
politely as you make your way to *your* place.
It's comfort not found elsewhere much these days.
We are much too old for that.
Soft toys and ice cream no longer bring smiles.
Our parents stopped loving us long ago too
The present's not simple.

Even so, we push on -- the brakes,
Years of our lives have been wasted away.
All the rot and decay,
Perhaps there's untainted wonder within. still. left to colour our days.
How i wish that i could still remember,
And live again those childish cliches.

Hey, I’m really not after an argument or anything like that, basically since you called me on the phone while I was high you’ve cut contact completely and haven’t really replied to any messages and i assumed you restricted me from your social media. I don’t think im being dramatic and I don’t think we have been on talking terms for quite a long while, it’s a shame that you see me that way.

I’ve changed a lot, you changed a lot, that’s fine, I just wanted to give myself some closure since I’ve just been in limbo for a while. I didn’t really expect to make you angry, you sent me a picture with no message for the first time in ages, I thought it was the right call, and was in no way meant to sour your return from Europe.

Either way, I hold no ill thoughts toward you, I’m happy to keep holding onto your stuff if you need and happy for you to visit [dog] if you want, I just don’t think that there’s any need to force the label ‘friends’ anymore. I’m trying to move on without leaving whatever relationship remains between us in a tatters, and I hope that you’ll allow me that at the very least.

Increasingly I’m becoming more and more aware of the incoming apocalypse. Even living these last few moments in dismay displeases me. I can feel all of life’s joys in any moment or situation, for I am happy to be alive. For as long as I can hold on, before the stream pulls me along.

The birdcall of human consciousness unanswered.
We are all one.

Every poem we write.
We are calling to ourselves.
For the voices inside us are just as real as those outside.

But our body reverbrates or resonates,
and thus we are able to	hear it louder than all others.