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❛ River. ❜
⠀ soul of a poet.
⠀ badly romantic.
⠀ universal yearner.
⠀ empty journals
⠀ & nature gazing.
⠀ part of the cosmos.
@yuecIipse "Shall we?" He gestures the other onward, polite with a dash of warmth.
"Have we met before? You seem familiar", he muses, falling in stride with the moon and quietly placing his book away safely in his satchel.
Is there anything more excavating, yet enlightening than mundanity?
He can't see the magic in it today, however.
The heat has been tickling the beast within, he's craving a shower, and his refrigerator is empty.
My go to is some nadi shodhana. If I end up in that state to begin with, I know I've been skipping.
Maybe we can be breathwork buddies.
Do you meditate, too? I know that's a form in itself, but do you sit on the earth and actively try? I find it difficult, but I do practice.
Whenever I get like that, I do a couple rounds of box breathing exercises, and ten minutes later, I'm like a completely different guy.
I see things clearly and for what they are, instead of what my disregulated self is telling me.
@yuecIipse "Do you enjoy ramyeon and a late night walk? I'm new to this location and really should push myself out of my comfort zone.
That's if you can endure as I find my feet. I can be clumsy and awkward". Full transparency. Isn't that a genuine starting point?
I don't want to play around,
the way you fuck around.
I only want to play with you. And while you dance through this game thinking I'm the one with a burning rope around my neck, I'll be so obliging; scattered marks just for fun, dragging tooth and nail to
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❛ The sky overhead was filled
with stars, and millions of
crickets were chirping.
I could hear the river;
I fell asleep listening to the flow. ❜
⠀✹ the unmentionable.
✹ the burned odes to you.
You left your sweater behind nights ago and I've been swallowing you ever since; frayed sleeve bitten between my teeth to drown out the echo of your name whenever I lose it.
And it's so agonising, babe. To grip so tight and plagiarise the shape of you.
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❛ The sky overhead was filled
with stars, and millions of
crickets were chirping.
I could hear the river;
I fell asleep listening to the flow. ❜
⠀✹ the unmentionable.
✹ the burned odes to you.
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❛ River. ❜
⠀ soul of a poet.
⠀ badly romantic.
⠀ universal yearner.
⠀ empty journals
⠀ & nature gazing.
⠀ part of the cosmos.
@yuecIipse Embarrassingly... a dribble of soy sauce, and that's the full extent. He's been travelling for work a lot recently, and neglected his stock.
"Should I just accept my fate, and go to a late night ramyeon bar?"
I feel like the tolerance disappears with age, no matter how many allowances I try to make.
Approaching it with curiosity rather than fear makes an enormous difference.
The world spins faster each day, serenity has become a myth, and somehow, he's still gazing at the ingredients strewn before him and scratching his head.
He couldn't be bothered to cook; an echo of exasperation departing whatever depths of himself remain ticking.
"Fuck this".
The human emotional scale is so vast it's intimidating.
Sometimes, I find it incredibly difficult to read others. You might need to spell your feelings out for me sometimes.