Autumn Memories 2

Vibrant yellow ginkgo leaves gilding the sidewalks in the tea-colored afternoon sunlight.

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Autumn Memories 1

I miss foggy autumn mornings in San Francisco having breakfast with my bestie in his haunted apartment in a building which was once a Gilded Age brothel.

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Poison

Your soul is bruised by the poison you drink from your own veins.

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Dimensional

I no longer want to live a two-dimensional life in a three-dimensional world.

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Rain

The sound of rain is a special magic.
It brings with it a sense of cleansing.
It brings sweet air that demands to be inhaled as deeply as possible.
The percussion something that can only be understood on a cellular level.
It pulls us into the sound.
Floating us in liquid song.
Primal and holy.
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Asking

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You ask what can you do
Nothing
You can do nothing
How can you offer what you do not have
How can you heal what you cannot perceive
How can you give comfort 
I speak with ghosts as you lay next to me 
So I can remember what it feels like to be seen
To be understood in a way you are incapable of
I don't know if you will ever be capable of learning to love me
In all of the deeply intricate ways that I need
Not If you can't learn to see me for who and what I actually am
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Sparkles

Your soul sparkles like lights in the rain.
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Travel Blessing

May the Goddess guard you
May St. Christopher guide you
May your way be smooth
And your direction true
Take with you as talismans
All my love and my blessings
For a safe and easy journey

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Water

When you find water in the desert,
who will blame you for taking a drink?
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That Moment

That moment when you’re in freefall, just before you hit the ground to shatter apart into bitter shards of disappointment.

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