The Harvest Moon kept a constant vigil.....
My favorite shot. Follow the tracks, mabye they'll lead to him....
Saturday night cup of tea gives me something to ponder and something to share...
I know not where his heart is, where his head is. I know not what has happened to him in these last days and what it has left him with.
I fear the worst based on little things. His posts have been scaring the shit out of me. He's lost, I feel it.
And then there are silly little games my mind plays, if you make this green light, he's thinking of you. If you see that daytime moon, the moon he talked about, he's there.
Still my fear swells and the thoughts swirl out of control like those of a 16-year-old with too many hormones and too little experience to know better.
It was the fucking Eight Ball. I knew when I picked it up my energy was diluted and twisted, so when asked if he loved me it said, "Reply Hazy Try again later."
Like how much later, 83 days?
Upon re-shaking and re-submitting my question "Does he love me?" it simply said "Outcome is doubtful."
None of this bullshit made me think he didn't love me, it just made me realize how distant we are. How removed that "cosmic love vibe" we've been riding really is now.
It's distant like the moon. It's fragmented and fractured and it's easily lost by the noise and the static.
Where are you?
(broken)
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