#drowzy speaks

the dream which we both died but lived on as spectres

have i posted it yet, or was it still in the draft idk.

it felt like halloween, some of us has pumpkin bucket in hand.

what were we dressed as, where were we going, many contexts were either lost to time, or just wasn't conjured at all.

what i remember vividly, was watching them going forward, chatting and bickering.

as i observed, i felt something in my chest, a sense washed over my entire being.

warm, like a fuzzy blanket in winter days.

a sense of belonging.

i belong there, with them.

rightfully so.

i mentally marveled at that feeling, and urged myself to jog, gotta catch up to them.

can't lose them now, the night's still young.

what awaits us, more fun and some utter nonsense?

would sans be able to see his own eyelights reflecting off of my eyes, if we look at each other while standing close in the dark

his own...beautiful twin specks of joy-bringing lights.

can he see it in my eyes, the festering affection churning within me like boiling syrup.

close to bursting, all because of him.

oh uh, ok this is happening uhhhm maybe i should keep it quiet so i don't look weird...??

recently:

i am, very unwell. (in a good way)

kinda wanna contort into an eldritch horror that lurks in the shadows and absorbs his bad dreams when he sleeps.

i can be the weird entity under his bed. or in the dark corners of his room.