september isn't waking up in a cold sweat wondering if you even fell asleep days repeating into themselves hearing the patter of little feet little feet that aren't there in actuality it isn't feeling cold and the cold in turn feeling you falling into cycles that feel much more like spirals being tempted to not be tempted to do anything eating food without joy and wondering where joy has went sparkling grass being crushed because it makes a sound
but september could be warm breaths melting frost being found when you feel lost music playing in your mind someone helping you feel fine holding hands to bear against time sleeping over six hours a night it could be new begginings at other begginings ends finding new people after you thought you lost your friends realizing that the calender was tilted the whole time and tilting it back to watch the days slide
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.
Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Sep 27, 2021
#gempoeting
september isn't
waking up in a cold sweat wondering
if you even fell asleep
days repeating into themselves
hearing the patter of little feet
little feet that aren't there
in actuality
it isn't feeling cold
and the cold in turn feeling you
falling into cycles
that feel much more like spirals
being tempted to
not be tempted to do anything
eating food without
joy and wondering where
joy has went
sparkling grass being
crushed because it
makes a sound
but september could be
warm breaths melting frost
being found when you feel lost
music playing in your mind
someone helping you feel fine
holding hands to bear against time
sleeping over six hours a night
it could be new begginings at
other begginings ends
finding new people
after you thought
you lost your friends
realizing that the calender
was tilted the whole time
and tilting it back
to watch the days
slide