14/788/14 s.d. Hello, Lover, It is so strange, the speed at which everything can change. You know this of course, surely remember the single minute between our weeks on assignment where we both thought, only for the single flash of our own daydreams, that we might be assigned together. I remember the look on your face—the moment you found out of our separation and it was devastating.
The Eye of the Beholder
The elevator stops when I reach floor three. My companion doesn’t move to leave and I think I understand when the door opens by itself. I am drawn from its safety into a floor that is cloudy. I can see everything in the clouds; they tell entire lives in flashes and when I move toward them, it is with a pull that is mesmerizing. I let Mnemosyne draw me into the fog.
- Top Story - December 2023
Hello, LoverTop Story - December 2023
10/788/14 s.d. Hello, Lover Sometimes these days for me move slower, as if this beautiful planet has been put in a state of pause. I feel the time passing in the briefest moments, watching the suns as they cross each other in the sky, seeing their colors when they set at night, I am reminded that the universe is moving around me, right in front of my eyes, but it seems that it is so fast and I am not sure whether it is better to move so fast and see nothing, or to stand so still and see everything.
lucy's top songs sept/oct edition
top songs playlist full oct playlist 1. Cassiopeia by Bears In Trees even the slightest reference to greek mythology is always gonna get my attention (its the percy jackson stan in me) and the first line of this song is “you were talking on zoom about women in ancient greece” WELL. women and ancient greece. consider my attention caught.
runner up in heather hubler's 'write me a letter' challenge 64/787/14 s.d. (standard dating) Hello, Lover We don't write letters as we used to, people, I mean. There is something about it that feels tragically romantic, words meant for someone who may never read them. Still, I can't help but write them for you, hopelessly hopeful that they will find you someday, or, even better, that I will get to tell you of my adventures in person. They say that you don't know how much you love someone until they are gone, but I don't think that it is possible to love you more, yet still, you are gone.