a canister of stars

Sun’s Jar Spell Series

“A lovely military man selling poppies stopped me today and asked if he could reposition mine - while doing so he told me that women should wear their poppy on their right side; the red represents the blood of all those who gave their lives, the black represents the mourning of those who didn’t have their loved ones return home, and the green leaf represents the grass and crops growing and future prosperity after the war destroyed so much. The leaf should be positioned at 11 o'clock to represent the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, the time that World War One formally ended. He was worried that younger generations wouldn’t understand this and his generation wouldn’t be around for much longer to teach them”

try not to think of this as a goodbye. the french say au revoir instead, which i think is beautiful because although it loosely translates to goodbye, it really means until we meet again. and it may sound insincere now, but i really do hope we meet again. maybe it’ll be in a different universe, or a different time and place, when you’re not too angry at the world for things it can’t really control, all bruised heart and bloody fists, or when i haven’t chopped off a whopping six inches of my hair just to feel something new (though it really felt like i was cutting off a part of you with it). and i say farewell to you, but i hold your heart in my teeth, and i think: we’ll meet again. i’m sure of it.

Cancer’s are emotional; that’s no fault of theirs but mine, I have more than enough tears for us both.

Gemini’s could not be more wrong for me but somehow weasel their way into my love life.

Taurus’s understand and nurture but I could never return that favor, not the way they want.

Aries makes me want them more and more, the harder they push the firmer I pull.

I am used to the fact that people view me differently to how I view myself. I’m actually much stranger than most people think. Because I am blonde and blue-eyed and called Chris, people either take me for a snob or an All American Boy who plays football, has a big mouth and tears girls apart. In the meantime, I prefer to sit in a poncho on the porch of my farm, smoking a pipe