all you've become, a collection of songs, a playlist i only listen to somewhere after midnight, after rain, after too many glasses of wine.
("me with my red heart in the dark earth")
barefoot in the night, the coming restless stars; how, i sit with ghosts, midwinter magics, the darkening of the moon; a sacred thing.
the weight of knowing horrible things about a person so many seem to love; all the sad little reasons we endlessly tuck these things away.
a floating halo, a nimbus of fire & moonlight.
something in me is just darkened and heavy with grieving, moves with the slow meditation of waves. swollen with the ghosts of another city.