SO THIS IS WHY WOMEN DATE PISCES MEN!! THEY ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND FEMALE EMOTIONS HOLY SHIT!!

It's painful to watch your phone go from into night mode, to out of night mode. Like 10pm to 6 am and I was fully awake the whole time. 😬

Aquarius energy is getting high on a comfortable couch, listening to an entire Hozier album on vinyl, while talking about esoteric and anarchist mentalities for hours on end. And if you can't get with that energy maybe we aren't the kind for you.

Does anyone else feel their past lives come to the forefront??

I lived as a man, 1920s, died young and owned a night club. All day I've wanted a gin and a cigarette, I've binged old music/postmodern jukebox and can't listen to anything else without feeling disgusted. I just wanna wear my blazer even though it's not socially acceptable to just wear about town. Like wtf do any of yours just do that???

So she found me

I ran from the party. I don’t know why, but everything in my body ached from the socialization. Tears streamed gently down my face as my bare feet hit the soft grass of the back yard. There were pine trees lining the perimeter as a natural fence from the outside world. I could hear the gentle waves crashing through the bass of the songs and laughing of the partygoers that haven’t seemed to notice I was gone.

I walked through the trees, ducking through low hanging branches, until eventually I couldn’t hear the house anymore. I couldn’t handle the sound. I looked out to the crashing waves on the large rocks that coated the shoreline. The deep indigo sky littered with pinpricks of light shining down with a bright, full moon. I already felt better.

I saw her in my peripherals first. I turned quickly because I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be out there. I walked to her, again not knowing quite why, as I had wanted to be alone. But I needed to be near her. She was a beautiful woman. Ebony skin, dark brown and wisdom littered dreads reaching down to her hips. Her billowy purple dress reached the water to pool at her bare feet. She turned to face me and smiled gently.

“So you’ve found me.” she stated plainly.

“Y-yes?” I said in reply. My voice was unsure as I’ve never been the best at impromptu interactions.

She turned back the the water and stepped out further. Gliding gently into the ocean, I began to panic for her, not wanting her to get hurt. But as I watched further, she did not sink. She simply walked, no fear in her face as she strode effortlessly. I looked down to inspect how, like a messiah, she walked on the water. I saw large plaques of stone, engraved and carved beautifully, rumbling from the depths of the water to meet her small frame. Each falling back down after her feet had left them, having fulfilled their purpose. I ran through the water to meet with her, to ask her how and why. But unlike her, I simply crashed through the surface of the cold, salty water. Stopping a little over knee deep in. My sundress began to feel heavy as the ends of it dipped down with me.

She heard my crashing and distress and looked at me confused. She came back as gracefully as she had left. As she reached me she leaned down extending her hand. I took it and came with her to the platform.

“Just feel it.’ She whispered to me.

I was confused, but fighting my desire to question her, I closed my eyes. I imagined the stones ahead of me and the way they would feel under my feet. The cold stone and the light wash of water under my feet. The flow of the waves barely present as the rumbling of the stones movement over took them.

Stepping froward, I felt the rumbling. I shot my eyes open to see the stones coming froward to meet my step and I was filled with joy. I turned to the woman, who seemed just as pleased as me to see the stones. I began to walk faster, smiling ear to ear. The walk became a run, and from that run a skip. Eventually it was the two of us dancing playfully on the ocean. Splashing our feet and laughing, I closed my eyes in a spin. I was truly happy, for the first time in what felt like a long time.

I didn’t hear her laugh anymore. Turning to inspect why she had stopped, I noticed she was gone. Frantic and scared, I began to scan my surroundings. ‘Where had she gone? She was right here? Had she left?’ I searched beyond the stones beneath me, scared she had somehow fallen. I splashed around the dark water and still found no trace.

After what felt like forever of pointless search, an overwhelming peace took over my body. I felt light and airy. Like chains had been pulled from my bones and I was not scared for her anymore. She was okay. I don’t know what happened, but she was okay.

I slowly made my way back to the shore. The stones all fell as I left them, just as they had for her. The wind picked up, blowing my damp sundress across my thighs. The large, cold rocks of the shoreline were comforting. I stared into the crashing waves in hopes of seeing her, but I knew too well she wouldn’t be there.

I heard rustling behind me and I turned in curiosity. Through the trees came a small woman. Her red hair sticking to her tear stained cheeks. She held herself tightly and sobbed hard into the wind. We locked eyes and she looked at me confused, but she continued to walk toward me. I couldn’t decipher what thoughts may pass her mind. But only one had taken over mine.

‘So she finally found me’