A Poignant Verse

         I took back up reading. A lot of reading. I've read things that I'm not proud of, and have been influenced by lit-fics that I didn't want to like that ended up changing the trajectory of how I write.              Largely, I've been exploring therapy in music.  Normally I'm eclectic, fixation is just /that/ bitch. Sleep Token has made a discography that's been hard to ignore. My hyper-fixation with the trauma in their lyrics has drawn me into reconnecting with my feelings. I've been able to express my opinions more freely and can make choices that would've petrified me in the previous years. Not to say that you should listen to them to improve your mental health, they're not for everyone. TLDR: Communication flows better through shadow work.

I could be ranting about the other side of my therapy. Forgiving and saying that I tried. If they're meant to be a chapter, keep them there.

Optimistic? No. I'm afraid she's far too busy for that. When it comes to anticipating the worst? She would prefer it make itself known. The worst has been singing in her ears for years. The WORST has shared in her grief. The /worst/ should come out and silence the doubts. Making wishes? For the greater good? I would pay to see that.

fill this in with the best association you have for your muse in each category.

aroma:  salvia divinorum and tulip notes natural disaster:  rising sea levels colour:  pearl time:  11:40 a.m magical power:  subatomic grief bag:  no such thing art style:  dante gabriel rossetti blade weapon: misericorde school subject:  sociology good luck token:  unread letter(s) unpleasant sound:  words that never see air tarot card:  the hermit (reversed) tangible fear:  drowning unsolved mystery:  who keeps my silence? type of intelligence:  naturalistic, sensory body part:  palms, above the mouth mythological creature:  selkie type of furniture:  garden bench celestial body:  nebulae oddly specific movie genre:  the whole montage of a romance

Terrified and despondent ! ebullient is a bonus

That would imply that any she may have loved are still alive.

This question was one of my favorites on the list. I'm winding loops. Stranger is in love with the idea of never yielding to love. To a point that she (off the record) denies its imperfect existence. Nascent and compulsively sentimental, a fact that I have mentioned in previous asks, romance has been like air to her, whether she wants it or not. Too bad love is not paradise.