Fenrys Moonbeam

i ask you how you are and i'm saying "i love you" i send you a 15 minute voice note and i'm saying "i love you" i remember your coffee order and i'm saying "i love you" i watch the movie you recommended and i'm saying "i love you" i send you a movie you'd love and i'm saying "i love you" i buy the extra large bag to share and i'm saying "i love you" and i'm saying "i love you" and i'm saying "i love you" and i'm saying "i love you"

Your voice = euphoria

6/15/24

Your voice a stream, gentle and unceasing,

flows through the corridors of my being.

Each word, a note, delicate and clear,

touches the core, awakening something deep.

In the morning, your whispers break the dawn,

softly calling the day into being.

At night, your tone cradles the dark,

bringing a calm that settles the stars.

The world is a tapestry of sounds,

but your voice, a thread that weaves through,

creating patterns only the soul can see,

a quiet song that lifts the heart.

In the presence of your voice, I am whole,

each syllable a breath that fills my soul.

May 30, 2024 7:42PM

Well Loved

I am learning to like my books

“Well loved”

I used to think a book was sacred

Don’t hurt the pages,

Don’t mark them

Don’t leave a book mark in them too long

You’ll damage them

But these stories become a part of you

You yourself, are marked

The pages of your story is dog eared

And jagged

“Damaged”

The book marks of your past left in too long

So you can always flip back to that page you once read

And remember

How you felt, what you saw, what you heard

Books are little lives you have

A separate story you get to be part of

Aside from your own

An escape

Books bleed, booring love

longing,

devastation in their pages

You have felt these things too

Your life is lived in

Well worn,

Well loved,

I still do not dog ear my pages, that’s what book marks are for

But I will write little notes in the margins

And underline those important things that are said

I’ll make sure to highlight something that means something to me

Because isn’t that what I once did?

With my own memories

My own heart is bookmarked

My own story, written in and adorned

The pages of my book not yet finished and yet still worn from me rereading the same passages over

And over

And over

Your life might be “damaged”, pages torn out, water marks from tears you once shed, spine bent from long days of use.

But you, much like a good book, are just a well read story, from cover to cover

Just, well loved.

I was caught up in the septa scene that I didn’t even notice Alicent tells Rhaenyra that “Cole is on the march”.

Giving up your fuck buddy’s element of surprise for your doomed gal pal.

la collectionneuse (1967) / anne sexton

"come outside, i just want to talk" typa expression

Carl Fahringer (Austrian, 1874–1952), "Herons"

Joan of Arc (1864) by John Everett Millais

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977