Once I Saw A Specter

i think that in the world there are little birds.

These little birds are delicate and must be held gently so as not to damage their soft bones.

it is a good thing to be alive in a world with little birds. Little birds i could hold, and give a little kiss.

just a thought.

im putting it in a box though.

my mind is moving on to other things

I’m done with the dwelling.

it was good for a time. but now i gotta go on

ive become properly toasted

bIG pog

a glass phoenix that explodes and turns into sand when it dies

Hope this helps someone

- blue

(i think) october is going to bring with it the one I’ve been looking for.

This belief has gone very very poorly for me in the past.

I’m glad i don’t seem to learn from my past lol.

(but really he might be coming!!! my dear! i wish to hold him close.)

i hope he comes near.

ive become convinced that bo burnam is a cryptid / god hybrid of chaos and morals.

True chaotic neutral.

He is the only god i would willingly bow to.

now i wanna just sort of finally find someone to talk to- to connect to. It’s just weird being on my own so frequently, aching to be loved and understood, but being terrified of actually connecting to someone. As i told the color green, if you allow yourself to be loved then you also open yourself up to vulnerability. And survivors of ab*** just don’t have that luxury.

awe hey im okay i just died from cramps

ah to be famous.

to leave my home to watch people pour out of their own houses and follow behind me.

To be the leader of a procession of my fans, all moving in sync.

None of them smile. They follow along behind me eyes unnaturally wide. People ahead join our procession regardless of if they know me or not. Some try to run away screaming. No one gets very far.

Ah fame. The best way to summon an army... an army who’s purpose is unknown. All we bring is chaos.