The day I left the moon for the sun,
an eclipse sucked the light from
my throat. I choked on stardust,
spat out tiny universes the moon
would never dream of orbiting.
The sun told me I was the brightest
thing she’d ever seen. The moon
sighed when I told him, saying he
knew the craters in his surface
were enough of a flaw to send me
rocketing across the galaxy.
I think the moon is jealous. He has
always wanted her rays to warm
him but they could never reach
quite close enough. Maybe that’s
why he settled for my hands
instead; tender, quiet things that
fill the holes in his surface.
The sun commends me for trying
to heal him, but promises me
eternal shine, a wine I cannot
refuse. Sometimes I look up from
my home on her fiery flesh, a solar
flare amongst many, feeling sorry
for the moon. I know he blocks
her beams so I can take note of
the dark he feels now. Halos the
light around his frame so I can
see every curve and scar shaping
his being. I tell him, I’m sorry, but I
can no longer see my reflection
mirrored off his reflecting light.
Maybe I never did.
On this page, I write my confession: I am lost for words and my soul has no song to sing. I cannot bear it - I refuse to believe - it could not be true. I am broken into pieces by your loss, and I must apologise sincerely to you - you always told me I shouldn’t, but I have retreated once more into solitude, into my work, with disappointing and fruitless results.
You rendered me speechless in life and now, in (dare I write it, it is too final and too blunt a penman’s sword to your delicate, infinite state of rest) death lack of life, I am lost and wandering in a void where nothing exists but reminders of you in every touch, every sound, every image. There is only you, and nothing more.
You would have found humour in the sorry sight I have become: John, a comic tragedy manifests in the way that I haunt these halls almost as if I might somehow encounter your own spirit, and I am afraid Eliza finds it more distressing than you would find it full of hilarity. Yet how am I to return to shore when my lighthouse is lost to the waves and rocks lay all around?
Now, I wait. Now, I long for your safe passage into some other life - the first time I have hoped sincerely that something lies beyond. For my own selfish sake, if not yours, I cling steadfast to the hope that we may meet once more, for I cannot imagine a world without your voice, and yet I dwell within it in this very moment.
i cannot walk
i refuse to take
even one more step
with the crushing weight
of past baggage
strapped to my back
Instead i choose
find each blessing
that’s buried inside
i will ponder
at the beauty found
in each and every
undeserving gift that i own
as i mindfully purge
the multitude stones
these tiny burdens
that serve simply
the spirit of truth
that not only exists
in this beautiful life
that is mine
( Quick design study for what Wheatley looks like under his cosmetics. Synthesized some assets from Disney’s Lincoln animatronic + a shot from A.I. Super fun! This doesn’t account for all his coolant / nanobot systems! Refer to a human circulatory system for a good idea of what his tubing probably looks like. )
Ash, I'm in a glass case of emotion. I never thought this show would give me this much. Fuck Scott Gimple, obviously (love you forever, Glenn). But also bless Scott Gimple (love you forever, Michonne & Rick). I'm just. I'm full up. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
Sis, yes! I still cannot believe that this ridiculous zombie show that I refused to watch for three years has given me the best ship possibly ever crafted. And the most wonderful character development for the beautiful soul that is Michonne. And even though they won’t give her a last name or let her talk to Carol, and they killed my sweet baby Glenn like twice, and Negan… exists, I feel like I’m getting everything I ever wanted? What is this life? I mean, sure, everything else in the world is bad, but this is so good. ☺
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