Be quiet, Moon. Just hear me out, please.
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Be quiet, Moon. Just hear me out, please.

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The Handmaid's Tale S4 E3. (near the end of the episode)
June describes Serena as "pathological, a sociopath. She is rage and beneath is misery. She'll do anything not to feel it. If you feel yourself getting sucked in, run."
I know it can drive a person mad.
I dreamt a lady and a man,
each other's doting,
grew me;
held in place the penumbra of my mind.
I aged a rare salve
to wean legacy off of life.
Have you ever been belittled for being a knowledge seeker? I have. It’s an odd thing. If I could choose to be less curious and somewhat uninterested would I choose that? I don’t know. I don’t think so. Yet the world feels full of people who are numb and dumb. I can’t imagine belittling someone for being thirsty in their quest to deepen their understanding of the universe. To want to learn how to do things. To take life in as some kind of never ending project. Can you imagine that being a bad thing? I can’t. And even if it is, it’s how I am, who I am. Unchangeable. I grew up with multiple home encyclopedias, and I read them. I had a good home library and very little television but an amazing record collection and a farm with a bush lot and waterways to explore. What else could I have become, but some meandering self taught ever increasing influx of curiosities. I can’t imagine what else I could be given the alone time and that those things of my environment were how I managed stress, sadness, happiness, anger. In all that learning I’ve not yet found the key to setting myself free of patterns and legacy. I think that is a mystery a little too far for me to discover.
How They Should Die
Sisters
in magic tricks
Brothers
in a dream
Mom and Dad
in my arms

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I've forgotten that I write because of doors. I've always thought that behind them there may be curs, or my grandmother's mother come to show me that I've inherited her jawline, or a detective. I depend on eyes eclipsing peepholes.
Ramadan Kareem
May God bless us ALL to be generous to each other, especially the sick and less fortunate, throughout this month. We become fortunate the moment we choose to acknowledge another. Do you understand what is meant?
Phew!
Those nights I fell asleep famished for her approval, she was negotiating with the moon for the sunrise of my confidence.
The times she seemed to frown upon my motives, she was honing in on the light of my morals.
She critiqued my clothing, but she was simply polishing a jewel.
My mother saw that I was overwhelmed and she recoiled. I felt deserted while she prayed for my resilience.
My mother saw me overjoyed and she recoiled. I felt betrayed while she prayed for my caution.
If I were to have asked such a complex woman, "why, Mom?", it wouldn't have been unusual to be snubbed. That's just how some great women love.
Pray for Iran Pray for Yemen and Lebanon Palestine, Iraq and Syria - Everywhere we go we destroy. Have we stolen enough? Even their torment We take as tribute. One Kindred Spirit

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Yet there is
to say
what hasn't been said.
Glassy eyes uphold a
rusting education.
I am the x of someone else's
version of me.
If I have shown you love at
high noon,
and we know that I have,
why have you loved me
only that much?
Perhaps
you have climbed too high
to see the tread marks
on my broken back.
When it is near
thirty-two heartbeats
until my final repose
would you have ready
an accounting of our life?
Anonyme : "Portrait d'un jeune homme", pastel sur papier, Lombardie, première moitié du XIXe siècle. (Collection privée)
Those nights I fell asleep famished for her approval, she was negotiating with the moon for the sunrise of my confidence.
The times she seemed to frown upon my motives, she was honing in on the light of my morals.
She critiqued my clothing, but she was simply polishing a jewel.
My mother saw that I was overwhelmed and she recoiled. I felt deserted while she prayed for my resilience.
My mother saw me overjoyed and she recoiled. I felt betrayed while she prayed for my caution.
If I were to have asked such a complex woman, "why, Mom?", it wouldn't have been unusual to be snubbed. That's just how some great women love.
Yet there is
to say
what hasn't been said.
Glassy eyes uphold a
rusting education.
I am the x of someone else's
version of me.

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Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
If I have shown you love at
high noon,
and we know that I have,
why have you loved me
only that much?
Perhaps
you have climbed too high
to see the tread marks
on my broken back.
When it is near
thirty-two heartbeats
until my final repose
would you have ready
an accounting of our life?
“Now, every time I encounter a strong person, I want to know: What darkness did you conquer in your story? Mountains do not rise without earthquakes.” - Unknown