Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

when smoke gets in your eyes

This is the sky today
Where I live
While the sun was still shining.
What you see
In this picture
Is the smoke
Obscuring the blue
That is trying it’s hardest
To show itself true,
But is instead
Choked before fruition.

I'm rather new with this being my first reply. Today was the worst day of smoke where I live. No more than a mile visibility, burning eyes and lungs even while wearing a mask.
I have been enjoying your ability as a wordsmith. Beautiful inside and out.
 
She rolled onto her side to look at him
Up on an elbow,
Front of her body resting against
The side of his comfortably
As he lay searching for patterns on the ceiling.
Her free hand ran absently
Back and forth over his clavicle.

“I never thought about it,
You know?
When we started all this,” she said.

He raised a question in his eyes.

“I didn’t ever think about us
Being doomed to an unhappy ending
From the start,” She clarified,
Not allowing her tears to fall,
But rather feeling them collect
And cling to the brims
Until they started to spill out
And over her cheeks.

He sighed replying,
“I know, Kitten.”

He wiped the tears from her cheek
With his thumb.

“Neither did I.”

We live in a cruel world
 
She rolled onto her side to look at him
Up on an elbow,
Front of her body resting against
The side of his comfortably
As he lay searching for patterns on the ceiling.
Her free hand ran absently
Back and forth over his clavicle.

“I never thought about it,
You know?
When we started all this,” she said.

He raised a question in his eyes.

“I didn’t ever think about us
Being doomed to an unhappy ending
From the start,” She clarified,
Not allowing her tears to fall,
But rather feeling them collect
And cling to the brims
Until they started to spill out
And over her cheeks.

He sighed replying,
“I know, Kitten.”

He wiped the tears from her cheek
With his thumb.

“Neither did I.”

For ever so many reasons endings come and we're left with the memories of what was. :rose:
 
I’ve written you
A million times
And it will never feel
Like I’ve said enough

About you,
About how you are,
About what you mean to me,

(Meant to me?
No.
Mean to me)

About how I love you,
About everything we’ve found,
About the space you shared with me,
About your smile....

I could write
A million more things about you,
But it would not change
The facts written underneath,
In the footnote.
 
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I’ve written you
A million times
And it will never feel
Like I’ve said enough

About you,
About how you are,
About what you mean to me,

(Meant to me?
No.
Mean to me)

About how I love you,
About everything we’ve found,
About the space you shared with me,
About your smile....

I could write
A million more things about you,
But it would not change
The facts written underneath,
In the footnote.

Concerned now, about you.
 
Sending some positivity and hope your way Moochie. Sadness and Joy are both part and parcel of who we are. Partings while bittersweet do mellow into something kinder so reach out to those who you trust for advice or support. :rose:
 
I almost forgot
In my dreams yesterday,
Once I finally found sleep
For the hour that was left parceled.

I let myself into that space
Through a door I can’t seem to lock yet,
Stepping into a thought
Where nothing had to change,
And the feel of being owned,
Still wrapped me in something
I hadn’t felt before
- may never again.

I slept that hour
And it was like a full night
Of the most restful sleep...


... but then I woke
And the truth,
The reality,
Pressed into my chest
Just a little further.
 
When I go through
And delete the messages
From my inbox here

- After sending myself an html copy of course -

There are
Long stories of back and forth
Covering years of our lives
Full of divulged details
With the feel of safety
Mixed with uncertainty
And a sense of knowing someone
The intimate way
Only we know ourselves.

There are only two people
I keep there
When I delete
Because I can’t stand
To not see their names
When I click the button

You’re one.
 
Aw Moochie, pages turn and seasons change, the one constant in our lives is knowing change is always around the corner. :rose: Be well, be happy, you deserve both.
 
Darkness calls to me.
In movements between thoughts,
It escapes its hiding spot
And creates havoc
Between the beats of my heart.

Image removed on 3/20/22
 
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Is this a wolf howling at the moon?
 
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Is this a wolf howling at the moon?

Either that or it’s a star-shaped nightlight I didn’t see in the frame until it was too late. (Yes, I have a nightlight in my room while I sleep during the day.)
 
Either that or it’s a star-shaped nightlight I didn’t see in the frame until it was too late. (Yes, I have a nightlight in my room while I sleep during the day.)


I worked nights for years and the only way I could sleep during the day was with fully blacked-out windows to hide the sunlight and help to keep the room from heating up. And yes, a small nightlight helped to navigate when you first awoke. It also wasn't as disrptive as the sunlight was.
 
Either that or it’s a star-shaped nightlight I didn’t see in the frame until it was too late. (Yes, I have a nightlight in my room while I sleep during the day.)

That makes more sense. No harm in that, and still a well framed picture.
 
Sinking in

Weightlessness.
Hair whipped against shoulders,
A soft touch
Reminding of showers
Warmer, closer, missed.
The hot perfume begins to quake,
And thoughts crumble apart.

Image removed on 3/20/22
 
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I love the contrast between dark and light, a photo of how moods change.

I have been trying to remind myself more often that moods do change and that even the inkiest ones can have a sliver of light in them.
 
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