The cloud scarred sky hangs over me, listening better than a diary. My pinkest purpose cannot be described in a LinkedIn post, but here it goes. Current position includes inverse star gazing and full frontal nudity. Lots and lots of kisses and laundry in an atmosphere pink with love. I come to add a touch of the sublime to the borderline profaned world of cannibalistic culture. Surreal dr office pamphlets tell me to combat depression with all the guns and ammo I have. The enemy lives in my skull, digging tunnels to my heart, making me shrink and whither. I fear I will lose my position, so I get on my knees and pray. Posture is a language between us and other sentients. What do you believe about yourself? About the God burning like a star before you, awe cloaking the scene like a light?
Day: February 9, 2026
The Sea
Strolling hand in hand with my sea and vegan leather scented lover, I feel the sea’s jealousy. But many times I envied the sea for having my man, and more than once I dreamed she drowned me. My ghosts are all made of swirling salt water that tastes like tears. Haunted by a fear that threatens to overwhelm me and silence me, I thrash in my sleep on long nights. But tonight my lover and I dine on the pier and he gives me crab dip and hush puppies.
Miniature Moon 