I write to you on the internet to say hello. There are spiders in the underwell. My solar luminosity has leveled for the time being right now for this moment. I am a romantic. I bear witness. There is a bowl of figs in my drawer. Out the window I see white stars flat and heartbreaking like cardboard cut out stars through smoke that billows but doesn’t move. My horoscope reads
This is a poem post but of course all of your posts are poems. I don't know whether it's the pregnancy hormones or the new age of you but this is starlit to my eyes and not flat cut-out stars either. The ones that glow with their own heat and light- that kind. My mind has provided the perfect black velvet sky for them to rest on so that their sparkle is even better.
This is my new favorite thing of yours. I love this so much. It has everything that makes you you special you amazing you kick them in their faces you. WOW.
This is a poem post but of course all of your posts are poems. I don't know whether it's the pregnancy hormones or the new age of you but this is starlit to my eyes and not flat cut-out stars either. The ones that glow with their own heat and light- that kind. My mind has provided the perfect black velvet sky for them to rest on so that their sparkle is even better.
Also, you are beautiful.
This is stunning
This is my new favorite thing of yours. I love this so much. It has everything that makes you you special you amazing you kick them in their faces you. WOW.
Hello. You are beautiful, and I am glad to know you in some small way.
I miss you. I don't know where you've gone. I miss you. I hope you are okay. I miss you.