msluna

These past few days have fallen heavy as my eyelids these many sleepless nights. Sick with my anxiety and too much of your intense sweetness, I need to walk alone for a while. Too close in proximity, I need to feel my stride slow and quicken, my own changes of pace, all the while knowing I will not let anyone fall away while I wander. So I say goodbye, a loss to us both, but for me a step necessary for solitude and freedom, and for you a freeing step to move to someone better.

I remember... I was over on the other side of the water, having taken the ferry.  At the moment I don't recall the name of the place, even though I've been there many times before.  Names are not important right now. Life had been wearing me down.  Nothing seemed right in my little world.  I could think of nothing but the weight on my shoulders, a nameless worry pressing me low to the ground. My family and I arrived at a relative's house.  They chatted about what was going on in everybody's lives.  It was all humor and jokes, the laughter hung in the air like a merry symphony. I stayed quiet, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of unload

Her long peasant skirts billowed in the wind like the clouds and trees on a windy day.  Anything she put in her body was organically grown in her friend's garden.  The ideals and ideas she held were considered outdated by many, and the local teenagers would often write things such as "The 60's are over" on her fencepost.  She simply read these messages and grinned like a cat.            The paint in her house was enough to make someone dizzy.  Vivid blues, greens, reds, oranges, pinks, and purples swirled everywhere in paintings, on furniture, and painted on the walls.  A poster of Timothy Leary decorated a wall covered in an orange, red, a

Spiders, swift as they continue their dance along the web, the only prey a reverberation desired. Perfectly struck, again and again, the slow killing of the silence and the continuation of this skittering art throughout time of elegant bliss and an aural balm seeping into my veigns.

this is what happens when you don’t care- or you care just barely enough to let yourself live you got by without showing anything, no affection to her no care to her as if you existed solely for yourself and that ½ of her was you did not matter this has come now to eat you away, right where you were damaging yourself the damage to the others, on the other hand, will manifest in your passing, with the complete alienation of your soul from your body

A stranger- a glance. Nothing more, or less. A simple gesture, the absorption of your beauty through my eyes, dwelling in my mind.

Why is he back in your room? in your heart? Was the damage he caused not enough at the start? Four broken once shy, now it's back. But why? This mistake is yours to make, my darling. But don't say no one warned you

Now I try to sleep the cars which steadily stream past, and the city lights twinkle in the distance, while I look up into the gray-red sky. Mourning the loss