the art of candy flavored pancakes

 Sat. 1/25/2025

my God, my God

the heavy iron falls on me

and i get farther

from the opening

i can't see

i can't feel

only visions

of shadows and dreams

my hands fall behind the veil

i cannot see

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I like when life looked like fruity pebbles pancakes.

Fri. 1/31/2025

if ssris target my frontal cortex (which makes sense because thats the part of my brain that is going through so much at the moment), and my frontal cortex controls my creativity and memory and social appropriation and motor skills, what happens when all that deteriorates in the very far future? is this why patients are kept a close eye on for involuntary movements that can lead to a more fatal reaction? is this why i can no longer draw or have the need to have human interaction?

we're both vessels of souls, forbidden to touch

how life brought me here to you.

two souls, willing to connect

and yours, reaching after me

pulling through the clearing

ripping through the opening

i think you found me now

i think you found my flower

fading, blooming

how i fall, for a creature as beautiful as you.

for a slice of heaven that everything in my religion tells me not to taste

oh god, the angels, they know

the way i look at you

i can't deny

the unspeakable grip

the way my heart rings

the way your hands connect

they way they almost meet mine

so sink into me,

breathe deep

let the water hit your head as i turn, as i tumble

swallow me, i am swallowed

forever deep in you

you give me the passion

raw, desire 

to create again

and oh, how privileged i am

for you to see me

and claim all of my pieces 

as your own

Sun. 2/9/2025

i was made to go. and i will go. no matter what, God will help me.

i was not meant to stay here.

"when i found out you wanted the Art of War for christmas, i knew that i could not let this girl go."