glossolalia

[zeromonk]

She spoke with affection, and had razorblades for eyes. I don't know why I'd never noticed it before, those long sad days we spent caught in another's gaze, heaving the universe askew as the moon crashed into the sun. My own head is tilted now as I kneel, looking at hers, and I'm no longer in the province of metaphor, the way some speak of those

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[xiaomaea]

Hello, monk.

This was a long time ago. I hope you still check this. Your writing is beautiful, as ever, making me see worlds within worlds.

I was wondering if you're good. Okay. Things like that.

Also, do you every see Lyn anymore? It would be good to talk to her again.

starcrossed

[zeromonk]

Maea