I feel blanketed by the sea. A full moon sits in the distance sowing me with all I can feel. Some days I ask the moon to let me rest, to pull the sea back to let me breathe. The sea grabs my ankles pulling me back—the sea is besetting in my tale. I try to hold the waves above me so the stars can hear my cries but to no avail. The air is colder and my nose is raw, as I try to ask questions of why these things are. Bouts of fresh air feel like epiphanies, but they are just dissolving feelings of eloquence. I long to see the end and the future to understand the present somehow. Harboring discontent as the sea writes my poems, taking over and then pulling back.Â
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hello hello. something old from the chamber because i miss posting and writing but i do neither of that anymore. i don’t know why i lack creativity when it comes to writing but sometimes my brain and whatever else rules my words, goes on sabbatical and there is nothing i can do. i feel weird posting a big ass recap so i haven’t wanted to do that. things are good for the most part on my little end. hope you are all well!
- sister honey <3