I can see the stars - 10 and then the time tinkled down like so many beads of molten silver would you believe, my love, that my hands grasped at air, that my fingers brushed nothing at all when I reached for them? and when I brought my hand to my face each finger melted away until the palm of my hand stood, bereft of their feathers and in the lines creasing my skin, I read something I already knew: that I am one who speaks and speaks and never ever does and that my hand would never do more than play at catching that which I cannot count nor measure And the beads of time escaped their shells and ran down my palm in burning rivulets until that too, was gone ___ OOP THE TIME HAS COME WHEN IVE STARTED HATING THE GROUP TITLE I’m mildly impressed it took so long it makes my skin crawl now ☹️☹️☹️☹️ Would you believe that /these/ are the kinds of dreams yours truly is blessed with—NOT EXACTLH OKAY I took some creative liberties but goodness gracious what a fever dream and I’m not even sick—on a side note I had a separate dream about talking to a nymph the bank of this silvery river with tiny cocoons hanging overhead dripping life—which was also silver naturally—into it :))))))) I think it has something to do with the unlawful amount of fantasy I’ve been reading but I’ve been doing so for the last six years so there’s like no way back at this point asdfjjs It’s short so future ever doesn’t have to sift through lines and lines for a single good sentence :D now she’ll find none instead!!
