#msg2universe
There are long days
There are longer days
There is the longest day in the year
... then there's midsummer night
There are long days
There are longer days
There is the longest day in the year
... then there's midsummer night
June 21, 2025 at 2:27 PM
#msg2universe
There are long days
There are longer days
There is the longest day in the year
... then there's midsummer night
There are long days
There are longer days
There is the longest day in the year
... then there's midsummer night
June 2, 2025 at 3:48 AM
May 29, 2025 at 4:25 AM
#vss365
Remember the days when you pressed the doorbell continually, and I called it a #glitch in the matrix? Now that I'm a silent parallel line a smidgen further than arms length away from you, does your matrix perform flawlessly?
I can certainly read the code much more clearly.
Remember the days when you pressed the doorbell continually, and I called it a #glitch in the matrix? Now that I'm a silent parallel line a smidgen further than arms length away from you, does your matrix perform flawlessly?
I can certainly read the code much more clearly.
May 29, 2025 at 4:24 AM
#msg2universe
Night weeps
Darkness haunts
Silence drowns
...Peace escapes in the single syllable of your name
Night weeps
Darkness haunts
Silence drowns
...Peace escapes in the single syllable of your name
May 13, 2025 at 4:37 AM
#msg2universe
Night weeps
Darkness haunts
Silence drowns
...Peace escapes in the single syllable of your name
Night weeps
Darkness haunts
Silence drowns
...Peace escapes in the single syllable of your name
#msg2universe
I wonder where you are
... where you will be
Relative to where you were
When you were in my arms
I wonder where you are
... where you will be
Relative to where you were
When you were in my arms
May 12, 2025 at 5:12 AM
#msg2universe
I wonder where you are
... where you will be
Relative to where you were
When you were in my arms
I wonder where you are
... where you will be
Relative to where you were
When you were in my arms
May 5, 2025 at 3:34 AM
#vss365
Every day has its own unique sense of wonder
The yellow in sunlight bouncing off leaves born to a new Spring
Tiny red poppies raising Summer in unkempt meadows
Scattered little #selcouth pencil markings of creation
But today
Magic screams from rooftops
"May the 4th be with you"
Every day has its own unique sense of wonder
The yellow in sunlight bouncing off leaves born to a new Spring
Tiny red poppies raising Summer in unkempt meadows
Scattered little #selcouth pencil markings of creation
But today
Magic screams from rooftops
"May the 4th be with you"
May 5, 2025 at 3:32 AM
May 4, 2025 at 3:06 AM
#vss365
I question the notion that we self-actualize.
What does my subconscious carry to make me want you still?
This #echolalia yearning for your voice, your smell, your touch... in which reality does one choose this revolving door of pain to self-actualize?
I question the notion that we self-actualize.
What does my subconscious carry to make me want you still?
This #echolalia yearning for your voice, your smell, your touch... in which reality does one choose this revolving door of pain to self-actualize?
May 4, 2025 at 3:04 AM
#vss365
I question the notion that we self-actualize.
What does my subconscious carry to make me want you still?
This #echolalia yearning for your voice, your smell, your touch... in which reality does one choose this revolving door of pain to self-actualize?
I question the notion that we self-actualize.
What does my subconscious carry to make me want you still?
This #echolalia yearning for your voice, your smell, your touch... in which reality does one choose this revolving door of pain to self-actualize?
May 3, 2025 at 3:39 AM
May 1, 2025 at 3:49 AM
#vss365
I haven't lost the words. They are all there. Uttered in the same voice, punctuated with the same quiet sighs, outlined in the same traces of glittering wonder.
Nothing #additional to miss, for the you that never wanted me.
I haven't lost the words. They are all there. Uttered in the same voice, punctuated with the same quiet sighs, outlined in the same traces of glittering wonder.
Nothing #additional to miss, for the you that never wanted me.
May 1, 2025 at 3:45 AM
#vss365
I haven't lost the words. They are all there. Uttered in the same voice, punctuated with the same quiet sighs, outlined in the same traces of glittering wonder.
Nothing #additional to miss, for the you that never wanted me.
I haven't lost the words. They are all there. Uttered in the same voice, punctuated with the same quiet sighs, outlined in the same traces of glittering wonder.
Nothing #additional to miss, for the you that never wanted me.
#vss365
I tell you there's nothing boring about me
Simple, honest, open... yes
No pretensions, no taste for intrigue
You #brand me a B square on the forehead
Toss me to the tall pile of B's
Saunter off searching for the next E
discarded
It takes many a lonely night before I realize
I'm #free
I tell you there's nothing boring about me
Simple, honest, open... yes
No pretensions, no taste for intrigue
You #brand me a B square on the forehead
Toss me to the tall pile of B's
Saunter off searching for the next E
discarded
It takes many a lonely night before I realize
I'm #free
April 30, 2025 at 3:33 AM
April 27, 2025 at 5:35 AM
#vss365
Between a good morning & a goodnight, I'd write 3 to 4 short pieces. Sometimes, not so short ones too. My very own haphazard version of an e-#newsletter
Once upon a time it used to reach the entire target audience of 1
I loved the days it made you smile
I wonder where you are now...
Between a good morning & a goodnight, I'd write 3 to 4 short pieces. Sometimes, not so short ones too. My very own haphazard version of an e-#newsletter
Once upon a time it used to reach the entire target audience of 1
I loved the days it made you smile
I wonder where you are now...
April 27, 2025 at 5:31 AM
#vss365
Between a good morning & a goodnight, I'd write 3 to 4 short pieces. Sometimes, not so short ones too. My very own haphazard version of an e-#newsletter
Once upon a time it used to reach the entire target audience of 1
I loved the days it made you smile
I wonder where you are now...
Between a good morning & a goodnight, I'd write 3 to 4 short pieces. Sometimes, not so short ones too. My very own haphazard version of an e-#newsletter
Once upon a time it used to reach the entire target audience of 1
I loved the days it made you smile
I wonder where you are now...
Reposted
“Hmm, I wonder why the ground looks green?”
“Oh!” 🤯
“Oh!” 🤯
April 26, 2025 at 4:59 PM
“Hmm, I wonder why the ground looks green?”
“Oh!” 🤯
“Oh!” 🤯
but what if I thought its proportions were genuinely unpleasant? I couldn't honestly make that criticism before I became an adult. Not with an adequately substantive sample size... 😏😇
April 27, 2025 at 4:52 AM
but what if I thought its proportions were genuinely unpleasant? I couldn't honestly make that criticism before I became an adult. Not with an adequately substantive sample size... 😏😇
April 25, 2025 at 4:49 AM