can’t see the end

would you like to hear my voice / sprinkled with emotion / invented at your birth? / i can’t see the end of me

late

don’t panic

amethyst

last friday in april resolution:

415 words in search of inspiration

when i was young, i called inspiration “muse” & pictured a feminine presence, gliding across the consciousness in a gown that flowed like quicksliver around her, as she brought me words, a line or two like seeds. i believed her benevolence long after she had shown herself to be a fickle bitch; i blamed myself [...]

this is harder than i expected

note: you will either want to turn yoru speakers up, or down. me? i turn them up.

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