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Mourning Dove

Sunday morning in late WinterNearly tastes of SpringSmall signs of life, though still coldBut no you

The trees blossom pink and whiteLittle leaf buds red and orangeSmall signs of life, though still coldBut no you

Peering through my windowAs that sheltered scene unfurlsSmall signs of life, though still coldBut no you

A cat sleeps in the window across mineMourning dove preening on a nearby…

Mourning Dove

✨️🤍🌱🤍✨️ Hold me until we return to the earth so our love can bloom once more.

Midlife-Enigma 💪🤍⚔️🙏👁

“There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.”

— Vladimir llych Lenin

sometimes I crave affection that I can’t have.

sometimes i just want to fall asleep to someone humming while they hold me in their arms

sometimes i just want to feel safe.

Night

I wish I had someone to hold, and fall asleep with…

Sitting in silence, in the dark.
Looking at nothing in particular.
Thinking about no one, in particular.
Just sitting, in silence, in the dark.

Not even music to distract me.
Just me, the generator drone in the background.
The AC.
Warbled sounds from a radio outside, nearby.
Crickets, tinnitus.

Silent, still, alone.

i yearn to be in nature and also to have a baja blast

I cant describe it how hard it is to be the only aroace person in the friend group. Everyone else is into someone or knows what they like/want and I sit here, the black sheep of the group. What makes it so, so much worse is that I’m a hopeless romantic and one of the only things I want in life is to be wanted the way my friends want someone. I want late night cuddles, sweet words, kisses, for them to see something and think of me and I want to be able to do the same but I can’t

and I find myself wondering if I appear in your dreams as often as you in mine.

I wake up and miss you instantly.

Break the routine; it is the silent killer of desires!

Death – MoonlightAndRavens 03/13/26

She is a woman I dream of sometimes.

She is rainfall and cold air

And speaks a thousand whispered promises.

Her eyes are shaped from moonlight.

Her feet are made of mud and dirt.

Her lips are soft as water.

Her arms are strong as oak.

She takes my hand in hers and says,

“Let me take you down to the river.

The water is cool and gentle, and

The rocks are very soft there.

My family is worms and bugs and beetles,

And they would love to meet you.”

In my dreams we are running.

Her laughter is the sound of birds

And frogs

And cicadas.

She lives in the gaps between stones and earth just before you lift them.

She sings in the whistles of the wind,

And takes her rest in pale rays of sunshine that peek through rainy stormclouds.

Sometimes she knows that I am dreaming,

And just before I wake,

She retires to her sitting place

Just behind a waterfall

Where I cannot bear to follow her.

On nights when it gets colder,

She sits beside me on a log of moss,

And whispers in my ear,

“Patience.

When the sun sets I will be waiting,

And we will lay upon cloudtops

Beside our own cottage

And listen to the falling of the rain.

Someday we will be together,

And the sun will never set on us again.”

She promises the world to me,

A peace found only in her arms–

If I only let go of pride

And take her hand in mine.

She is a woman I dream of sometimes,

And when she takes her leave

I awaken to a room with no air,

For in the sunlight of the morning

She has taken everything from me.

sometimes i feel like i would recognize you anywhere

not by your face

but by the way the air changes around you

My life has been a long exile of longing, though from the beginning you have lived within my heart.

You may be distant from the gaze of my yearning eyes, yet you remain closer to me than the very vein of my soul.

One day I must surrender this life anyway, whenever it happens, wherever it happens, let it be so.

If someone must be led to the gallows of love, then let it be me.

Whether it be at the end of times or on the Day of Judgement, I accept the sentence of waiting.

If I meet you someday, somewhere, whenever it may be, wherever it may be, that alone will be enough.

What lies beyond my power over you I do not claim, for this is love, not the hunger of desire.

Pronounce whatever judgment you must, do not postpone it to the end of time.

Whatever pain you would give then, give it now, give it here.

For once the flame of seeing you has been lit in my heart, I know that one day I shall behold you.

Even if you remain hidden from a thousand searching eyes, even if you dwell behind a thousand veils.

Unison

We were meant to grow in unison

but I never imagined we’d grow apart

Looking back I know the exact moment

it started

first our other friend

and then you

so I braced for the end

before it was upon us

I still didn’t see the picture

even with how many conclusions i drew

i saw her has the victor

in fictitious race

for your attention

i never noticed

i was the one

imploding from the inside out

but I couldn’t be the third wheel again

so you,

I decided

to live without

WAYLAND ANDERSON

to my mother

how can you be my mother yet you suppress me,

you act as if you care about me, but i know deep down that you are forcing the feeling upon yourself, i could never be someone that you purely love, without our biological connection you would hate me more than i hate myself,

since the moment i was born when i couldnt breathe it was a sign that im not gonna be able to breathe for the rest of my life, not when i was 3 and i would get scloded for not being able to correctly walk, nor when im 8 years old showing you a sketch that i did of you and me and our cat and you look at it trying, sorry not trying but rather forcing the feeling of admiration that you have been masking for your entire life towards me, and then you will find a way to criticise it and blame it on your masters degree that you took in english literature for critrical thinking, im not gonna be able to breathe when im 14 years old crying myself to sleep with all the scars on my arm because of an argument that we got into, and beacuse my beloved one left me, nor when im 17 now in my bedroom hearing your false complains about me to the man you married whom because of you im forced to call him “my father”.

i dont know if i should hate you or love you im very conflicted when it comes to you, but one thing that im assure of that i hate my life, i hate everything about it including your presence, because it annoys me, and i hate to seek your validation and respect because you dont have any, you are nothing but hatred collected in a human spirit whom lacks intelligence on every aspect of this life and i wish you would realise it before its too late,

and before its too late im gonna be able to free myself from the bounding chains of yours and to fly far away, i do not know where but its gonna be far from you, and im gonna be able to breathe, for the first time ever, and i will be happy, happier than you think i will be with you,

thanks for teaching me a lesson in life that producing a human is nothing but a loss for all, especially to yourself.

ZA 13/3/2026 11:33PM