Diary Entries

I fought a drowning part of me in a glowing cave in the silent of night. Gasping for air; heart beating; an invisible inhabitant soars around my matter. I hold this tension in my bones. A white smoke inhaled from expanded lungs. A spark in a wick of warmth. I abandon the horror; the panic; the smothering. I felt warmth and compassion and Life through a technologically advanced vibration in the air connecting one Soul to Another with verbal expression. Calm. I found magic; I found power; I found innocent playtime again. Rising. I visited a lover through glass and empty space of matter. Muffled verbal expression. Charades of comfort where there should have been embraced warmth. A melancholic saline streaked swollen and soft skin when distance was inevitably expanded. Salt, sand, soul. He refills my Strong, A silly present for a Lover. Smiles. Breathless. Playful. Happy. Warmth. I refuelled my empty Love battery today. Her magic returned. The battery seeped silently; unknowingly. The magic leaked. The power diminished. She vanished again.

No more flowers No more Flower Mouth No more salty stricken dried tears No more panic No more manic You are not the Flower Mouth anymore I am my own Flower Mouth I am “soft, and beautiful, and killing you”? No, no, no honey I am soft, and beautiful and I killed the me you thought you could control forever. You died that night In everyone sense but the literal And your ghost has haunted me ever since I am not yours But The Flower Mouth is mine