So Who Was Going To Tell Me That Horses Smell Blood Really Well? Or Was I Just Supposed To Find That

happiness kind of feels like an effervescent state of being that is endlessly removed from me

i still have hope though I suppose

these speed bumps keep screaming.

Why is that?

i think that burrowing into my blankets like a little winter rabbit burrows into hills of snow is lovely actually

ah the sun rose so all my shadows must be banished to

somewhere

else?

every year around this time i am shocked that its dark at 5pm and i will continue to be…. its so fucking rude of the sun to leave early bitch YOUR SHIFT ISNT OVER

i feel tonight as a being wrapped in old memories.

They are cloying and drip with slick and cold silver strings. A web of fear to enclose my little heart.

In this darkening void, i knew where the edge was. I still willingly walked out onto thin air.

I could understand that I, myself, am a being of lack and disgust

I know what makes a void like me too heavy for any surface to support

Yet how stupid am I to be surprised when i fell.

I have been caught in such a web again,

my fingers sliding off it’s wet surface,

deeper and deeper i slip away from the surface.

I can do nothing but grasp at empty air.

I wonder when the dark will claim me again.

Oh to walk barefoot through the damp dirt in the forest, following an almost human silhouette into the darkness.

wait actually rb this and name as many mutuals off the top of your head as you can in the tags i’m interested

ah so i have ascended.

and i am not lonely up here in the sky.

Me and my pebble brain

any use i had for my sanity is gone now.

Time to get funky.