a starseer’s blog
a safe place for my creative self-expression.
connecting threads
I feel that the spider who spins its web differently every single day on my driver’s side mirror works and longs to build a strong web that does not get destroyed every time the car is in motion.
I work and long to do the same.
not all are meant to hear me
And it’s a poem you’ll never hear, because you can’t hear it with your ears. It is in the way my eyes wander into yours and notice the way that you speak, and the emotions you express. It’s in your little nuances that I learn the beauty of who you are, every sound of word, every body movement, even in the moments where it seems like nothing is happening.
forget-me-nots
And sometimes all I want to do is plant a seed where you stay. To know that you don’t see me as a dead flower. I want you nearby to watch me grow, through each season, even if you have no water to give me. I desperately don’t want you to forget my colors.
on to bigger things
So here’s on to the next chapter in my life. I’m so SO excited for what’s in store. I feel the skin shedding, and I am like a beautiful, fierce, feminine snake, rebirthed and ready to slither on a new journey. Don’t cross my path or I will eat you. Or, you know, maybe I’ll keep you around if you charm me.
enter the static & silence
Between the high pitched fuzz of the energetic atmosphere, and the lull of sitting in a place I’ve never been before, enters this weird essence of knowing that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
dancing with myself to billie holiday
What people should first understand about me, always, is that I am most definitely and positivitively an enneagram type 4. I am the romantic. Without a doubt. Fitting to talk about this close to Valentine’s Day. If I had a Valentine, I would spoil them. It’s just how my brain works.
divine virgo mother
I seemingly stumbled into you one day, not knowing that you would be someone who would change my life forever.
To Those Who Are Lost
Expressing my frustrations and sadness over listening to lost dead souls.