thunder and yearning

obdurate obsidian; it’s no wonder the hands that hold the dagger never falter

shoveling the driveway in a snow globe. the snow is glitter and the atmosphere is a colloid.

reality, unreality, surreality. what about subreality, just beneath this one? don’t tell me you can’t see it?!

hi all, syn/ron speaking. i logged in after years and realized i still had many, many posts saved in my drafts for “later,” so that’s what the blog will consist of going forward! unearthing relics and whatnot.

the steps of our dance are engraved on the floor. we trace them over and over again in cycles of love.

I bought a mood ring and couldn’t watch it for too long without becoming terribly bored. When my moods change color, they also change weight and shape and texture and temperature.