Inanition

in·a·ni·tion/ˌinəˈniSHən/

Noun:	Lack of mental or spiritual vigor and enthusiasm. Exhaustion caused by lack of nourishment.
Synonyms:	vacancy - emptiness - inanity

lunar cords

I feel so small, especially
when the Moon shines down
too many lines
too many sharps and flats
on my night
The problem with trying to
tie a string to someone is
when they leave you,
there is always either too much cords
or not enough, and
the emptiness is not puddles
but oceanic and
unrelenting.
The strands are thin tonight.
rejection
stings like the shallow cuts
in the strands that connects back to
my heart.
I keep giving pieces of myself
away and foolishly still
think I can stay whole.

i bite my finger nails. Down pass where my finger ends
because of the sharp tinge of pain I feel when I press my tips
to something is curious.

just like the feeling of the warm ground in summer
under my feet, when it rains. I like the ground better when there isnt
shoes to prevent the connection.

And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy. - Edgar Allan

Proud to be part of the pothead hippies coalition that likes feeling themselves up because of the rain.

Ode to the daydream

And so the adaptation begins,
The shift in status where ever it may stems from
starts to take place. This times my hearts been broken

And so right now the fucking blaring
brightness outside my window, is giving
pains to my eyes. This time my body doesnt have the energy
to move from these four walls.

And so the adaptation begins,
The shift in status where ever it may stems from
starts to take place. Open my eyes, But all I see
is systematic routine, assimilation and lifelessness

And so right now, meaning weeks I am haunted
by the memory of us, so smooth and
translucent. And This time it brush against the inside of my
lids gifting me a nocturnal vision of us with our

Closed eye, Lips Ice Time Open Rain Instinctual Sensuality

But now all I see is brightness outside my widow
that burns my eyes.

Short-toed Snake Eagle

The concrete graveyard

at 1:48 Am. was quiet.
             We the children of Kin & Kith, Night & Moon walked without worry of
             aggressive street dwellers; through the cemented playground of human-kind.
After 10, torn & dirty jeans replaced pressed slacks; our shoes scuffed while theirs clapped.
"we are all the same difference" you said which I replied "not really"
             I will never be invited in and I refused to drink the tea.
             After 2:30 Am, when the last of the lushes and mate-seekers have driven away
from the blinking red and yellow street lights to their suburbian loneliness, all that remained is the memory of us suspended in a standstill.
             Motionless in that splendor sandy, current. Like we were swimming in an unbreakable hour glass made of stainless steel hooks from which we were suspended in the moment, we Kin and Kith, children of Night and Moon kissed in the midst of an intersecting sea of concrete.

Dreamdust

The dreamdust we create is unlike anything I've every had wrapped me in its haze and send me drifting off in the minds sea.

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien–the words at the base of her neck are elvish for “dream” (from TattooLit)