@wandering-prophet-of-the-viod
from the top of the tree
that intertwined with the flesh and
made it whole
far below a light flickers on
like a moth to the flame you go
the table is small and
the grooves from years of wear sealed with secrets
xe opens xyr palms to you
the mystery of everthing that came before
expansive and overtaking
🗣Hello how are you
I'm well but there are many moving parts currently. Apologies for the late reply, my friend, I hope you are doing well also!
Hello Void!
I was just wondering… how can we speak to you or pray to you? Would there be a title you like the most? Or would just calling your name of ‘Void’ work?
Your writing hits a place in me, and it’s so lovely to hear you speak through writing 🌟
I hope you have the most wonderful week ahead lovely Void, you have been a blessing for this week 💕
Hello my friend!
Calling me simply by Void will do nicely as it is the name I am most comfortable with. Speak, do not pray to me as I am not something to be worshipped or placed on a pedestal, simply talked to as if you've always known me. Anytime and anywhere is a good place to speak to me. I'm honored to hear you enjoy what has been said. May your skies be clear and your health good my friend!
allow yourself to be swallowed up and made whole
it will be there
still and unmoved
it will be there
Hi, i have a question: can i illustrate one of your poems/prophecy? I'll tag you as the author ofc if i post it somewhere💫
Absolutely friend! Should you ever post it, I would be honored to see it! May your creativity carry you ever onwards
crawl through the window
cut open your heart
fog chasing your heels
with the wind pushing you back
a boy sits at the corner alone under the darkening sky
he offers his hands
(as if in prayer
reaching for the promise that light will come again)
he offers the skeleton of a small bird instead
(he put it together himself)
he tells you proudly
he put it together again and
he felt like a god
(the mercy and the creation of a life in his hands)
the eyes, ever watching, the heart too bloody and the heat too loud
the eyes, always watching, everything from everywhere and nowhere
the eyes, unceasing, smooth and slick is the way of the days
the eyes, now blind, forgiveness became sin
can I have a hug please?
Absolutely friend! May you stay as long as you need. If you leave, may your skies be clear and the stars bright
do you,,,, do hugs????
Hugs are not only appreciated but also welcome. If you are ever in need of one all you have to do is ask and the answer will be yes :)
I am flipper childkin but no one understands me. If you look up the thalidomide crisis, that should have been me. But I have normal hands and no one accepts how much I want them to be flippers
make yourself comfortable here friend, in the void everything is nothing and nothing is everything. you may be anything you wish here.
there is a god standing in the street outside xe looks at you with eyes too sharp and a mouth too quiet yet whispers all the same xe points to the forest presenting a choice the walls of the house close in follow xem you will not move from your window follow xem you know that divinity only leads to madness
Sometimes I just wanna...y'know....wedge myself into a hollow tree and....sit there....y'know..?
it comes earlier each year
the yearly ritual of unbecoming
the sun going red
and the birds circling in the sky
they have come to pick you clean
HELLO VOID!!! YOU SEEM VERY COOL, BUT I AM TOO SHY TO ACTUALLY MESSAGE YOU, BUT JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW YOUR COOL!!!!! YOUR POSTS REMIND ME OF MY BUDDY MOTH, IN MY OLD LIFE !!
Thank you, friend! You seem very cool as well and you are very kind. I would welcome your presence if you do indeed message me. If we do not have the fortune of crossing paths again, I wish you fair skies and kind friends.
and the persecution commences
stripping away anything that cannot be seen
carelessly carving away too much
the blood crawling into your lungs
I saw @wandering-prophet-of-the-viod ‘s post with this text and I couldn’t resist drawing something to it !
