“from the beginning

you’ve called me a god

we gave ourself powers over mischief and laughter

dancing at opposite ends

where you were luminous

and I was a happy mystery

the other night

you called me a god

you said I was as luminous as the moon

and as mysterious, too

and it made me warmer

than any blanket I try to hide under

when I whisper I like you

we talk every night

(the moon is our witness)

were all those poems about the moon before…me?

talking to myself in a future?

did I dream this while bathing in moonlight?

is your sunshine borrowed?

or maybe it’s given freely

as i’ve been doing often, lately?

you love me

and the thought of that

it used to keep me awake

but lately

it’s helped me fall asleep

i’m finally learning from sunlight

and taking it home with me, too.”

—let’s sleep tonight, 1:35am

allow your eyelids to close and your mind to drift. you are a ship on a gentle sea, and the stars and moon are meant to guide you home.

chase your wildest dream, even if only for a moment.

goodnight to all the ones who never receive a goodnight

…I usually don’t reblog this kind of thing, but…for some reason, this really hit me.

Let those who feel unloved rest easy, i see you, and i care

my heart-

Good night everyone! You’re all valuable and good people and there’s people out there that care about you! You just don’t know it yet. I hope you have a good night’s sleep, but if you can’t, that’s okay too!

solstice ode, 11:59pm

“the bubble sits in my chest

clear and singing in daylight bore

but it is dark when it knocks on my brain

whispering a warning through the door

then growing ‘til I cannot rest

sometimes it is light

holding pain and sadness

dancing on missed catharsis

soaring through the air with madness

tugging me along its buttery flight

on other days, it is heavy

daintily diving towards the floor

as a raindrop, ever bombing

tickling the ground spore

ruthless on the eyes, crashing in the belly

its capacity grows each day

a seemingly boundless ball of hurt

lined in spikes and bouncing everywhere

knocking cards onto the dirt

mocking my pieces of mind

in it, Dread’s grip is fire

and stifles my breath

pushed by Panic, gently rocking

its hard to ignore that dizzying fare

but i’ve got time to stand the pyre

so I will wait on this pile of hay

with flames licking at the fringes

my cotton dress crackling

and my dreams ever waning

my patience growing, infant but knowing

and kind of frustrating, knowing what I am

until Hypnos, in his timely bustle

fills the bubble with sand and water

and the space is whole, but the oxygen’s scarce

yet the flames stopped licking, and the air is warmer

and i can fall asleep today”

—bubble buddy, 5:10am

hello 🌟 I’d like to start a special tag. for those who want to share their dreams/nightmares with me, my ask box and submissions are open (you can tag me as well). I’ll be tagging it as “dream journal”, a tag where I (and you) can track our dreams. I think it would be really neat to see what we dream about, what mysteries lie within our subconscious, or what our imagination conjures up when we’re asleep. thank you 🌙