arctic
i.
i have waited out so many winters that i am now frozen to the bone
and i do not know if i am capable of thawing
i see the light now, but i cannot feel it
ii.
my youth: wasted in isolation
always, i think to myself, i have fallen behind—
everyone else is in another world, a brighter world
iii.
whenever i feel warmth, it seems alien, like a gift delivered to me by mistake
i’ve since grown fond of the cold, fond
of the way it numbs me,
how it solidifies me until i am impenetrable
Oh my goodness, you’re still here! I used to follow you on another blog I had a few years ago. I never carried over my following list, just started over, but you were on my dash and I remembered you instantly!
I love your art so, sooo much! Keep doing what you’re doing. <3
aw that's so sweet that you remembered me!! thank you so much, & welcome back 💗
choices
i.
i look through my kaleidoscope at the expense of missing the magic already in front of me;
i'd trade anything for fantasy, anything for the intangible
ii.
i used to forsake words because the ones in my head always disappointed me
& i traded them for images, but those weren't much better
my illness is like a rotten apple; this place will reek until i do something about it
iii.
i need to reach the logical conclusion of this glass world before i can become someone new—
although it might not be the conclusion i
prefer
dichotomy
i am counting the seconds, the minutes as they go by
i see that brilliance is all that counts and even then, maybe that is not enough—
meanwhile, inertia oozes through my body and
withers whatever soul i may possess
//
there is necessity and then there is otherworldly ache: the call of dreams, rather than flesh
i see now that the body will always be hungry; that hunger is better off ignored until it
can no longer be
the other hungers, the ones of dreams, triggered by storms from distant realms whose thunder's echoes have somehow reached me,
those are the hungers i must turn vicious for