WHEN it’s over [I do not want to know]
Better to not wake up sober; frozen, cold in November.
Blue all throughout December; fighting off thoughts best not remembered.
Soaring through the New Year...
January, February, Marched right into April.
May made its way into June and July soon flew into August too!
Dazed and sedated, lazily slept through September.
October's obnoxiously chill but open your senses & be very observant.
[the air, frigid and crisp; oh, how we wish we could forget!]
Some actions undeserved.
[as the trees shed their dying leaves.]
Precious memories preserved and time together that cannot be reversed.
Nurse me this November and never part before the end of December!
About the Creator
Ma'Ryah
I am just another reflective perception of light, venturing through this dark continuum; life. Be effulgent until the #EnD despite how void it may appear! You could be guiding a lost soul from depths you may never know. #EnergyNeverDies
First Starlight of Summer
Your whole being is constituted by yearning. You miss the stars but have never seen a fully-realized night sky sparkle to life before your eyes. You write things, funny but short but profound, emulating the archaic cosmos that turns by its own unknowable calculus emulating love in all its celestial glory turning in that same cryptic way, but fully know neither and hardly know both, and it feels disingenuous, so you write about writers. It feels vaguely masturbatory, but it’s funny but short but profound and it impresses the people around you enough, so you run with it forever until you can’t anymore.
By Steven Christopher McKnight2 days ago in Fiction
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