The other gentle moonling.
Anonymous asked: I felt an impossible loneliness today until I tumbled into your space. Now I know I’ve found a similar spirit and I feel the possibility of all things. Now I can wander through crowds and pass unnoticed like a little ghost, but I will not feel so alone
Anonymous asked: you are a beautiful creature. I am incredibly lonely, anxious and troubled. I find myself in a pit of despair, with a beast in here wanting to destroy every little part of me. can you please please help me in any way? perhaps with a thing, or just with your beautiful words.
I am wearing my coat in and on and around the bed because the rain, my dears, is here. It arrived a little bit of time ago, and people have been warning me about it for months and months and all the minutes of today and yesterday. Time is not a thing I can work or understand. I ignore it entirely until it gets right up behind me and I feel my fingers and face go hot and I check my chest for your tiny clawings.
Still. It rained and is raining.
Sometimes people write to me about loneliness. Perhaps lonely people can taste it in the wind, the need to presspress oneself into some other. A tree perhaps, if you feel she might might might be on the other side doing the same.
They are all nice seeming ones. Gentle and ok and easy to love in some way or other. And this place, and these bones, are safe ones. Like those dreams I kept having - of my hand on your neck and under your hair. Between those two things, biting and bitten.
I hope you are both ok. I am easy enough to find and trouble. I shall draw you a map of my ways and wheres and whens, and perhaps you can find your way to the other side of the tree.