Lightfast grief

I know what forever is, it's the illusion of Light. Nothing lasts but my heart. There is no tunnel, no end in sight. I will be watching as every beautiful flower -- Conduits of love, keepers of Light -- Grow weak and wither before my wide eyes. The world fades and I am doomed to …

Flowers & tentacles

I haven't written for this blog in quite a long while, although I have been chipping away at a few drafts; slowly, painfully. The mould and rot will lead the way was the last post I published, and it seems that I did manage to follow the path of mouldy patches to reunite with the …