Thinking About How Orpheus Turning To Look Back At Eurydice Isn’t A Sign Of Mortal Frailness But A

Ink blue skies smudge warmly the glow of the crescent moon,

Alone and hungry I haunt the night, revelling

in the Presence of an ever growing

Darkness, without and within.

The trees whispered approval in unison, as I watched

Wood pixies weave their ephemeral lace

to throw over the red carnation that stands

frozen in a ray of thwarted sunshine. Tell me, darling,

Will you not step out of the lane etched in stone?

Footfalls, wearied and cautious, along pathways treaded

by spectres once under the delusion of eternity,

A flaming hand reaches out to gently catch hold of your errant spirit,

In the daze of the ember’s flicker, stumbling I walk

Into the depths of nature’s winding heart.

good afternoon to the chill people with adhd, the people wearing hoodies, the girls who are eating their feelings, infj’s, enfp’s, and intp’s, to the people who eat dessert before dinner, marvel fans, dark academics, poets, writers, artists, enneagrams 3, 4, 5 and 2′s, the gentle boys, the jocks, nerds, princesses, weirdos, and outcasts, people who sleep with socks on, the people who can eat a whole bag of chips in one sitting, the people currently cold, chewing gum, or sad, to the people who like cheerios, oreos, or eggs, those who are battling anxiety, depression, if you’re supposed to be doing homework, if you are taking a bath, or eating cheese, i hope you all have a wonderful day

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To love another as myself is the highest love possible because it signifies an erasure of division, no other, no rigid self either. The light of life is united through recognition and similarity

Indigo roses, idyllic nights and stolen almosts’.

Winds of Hy-brasil fondle softly the body

stretched on the grave of the buried gods of music

and forlorn hands over the field of forget-me-nots,

held lovingly at the chasm’s precipice.

Forget your thorns, mon amour,

and you’ll see why you mustn’t gather dreams—loves—

that have been left to get lost and embedded

in crevasses between thwarted desire and the wistfulness of

a childhood unspoken. Your wandering eyes on the evening star

and your tired hands in my reluctant hold.

And for once the night isn’t marred by children entwining

and entangling her silent melody with their laughter.

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I see uber has upped their game

Charles Wright, Nine-Panel Yaak River Screen

What is it called when certain moments of intense stress or panic cause you to fixate on a certain aspect of a thing and distort everything surrounding it in a very negative way and it’s as if that certain distortion changes almost everything thing about your perception itself? As if you have no tangible correlation to whatever is happening at the present moment and you are forced to observe yourself involuntarily perform an action you might not actively want to? A very persistent incoherence in your mind? Complete inability to concentrate on anything for more than ten minutes at maximum? Casually suicidal? As in overdosing on metformin because of a comparatively very trivial event?

Salman Rushdie is inside my head and I can’t make him stop talking.