In The Gloaming TW *just in case*
With the tragic loss of the feed and after much debate and discussion. It's been decided to create a new thread. Soul space so to speak. A journal of sorts.
A place where I can dump some of the nonsense that goes on in my head.
While replies are welcome - they aren't necessary.
@mytwistedsoul
Hehe made me chuckle lol xD
Has been loooong week indeed 😴
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou 🙂😊😁 Tuesday is like Monday part 2 lol
@mytwistedsoul
Lol right xD we are reliving Monday 🐧
🐾close ur eyes and whisper a prayer🐾
🐾for all the souls who entered here 🐾
@mytwistedsoul- what a heartfelt sentiment to send to all who read your words
🐾 some times silence is louder
than any prayer of mine
looking in the mirror
for a face I never find
is the name of justice
justified🐾
@mytwistedsoul
Pssttt :o a passerby, dropping off some big warm comfy hugs. 🤗❤
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou Hey passerbyer 🙂
*hugs* 🍕 🍪 you have good timing ❤️
@mytwistedsoul yay for good timing hehe. *shares 🤗🍪🍕* ☺
How've soul and soul's ankle been?
I need a merit badge for the way I tie myself up in knots
In honor of autocorrect which so thoughtfully help changed Picotee morning glories into pivoting ones -
So what do you do?
I'm a supervillian
What's your name?
Autocorrector
Hahaha! Are you Sirius? What's your super powder? Wait a minion! What the help is happy ninja to me? Pleats make it ducking stop!
Well - it was more funny earlier lol 😋
@mytwistedsoul lol xD typos are real fun haha!
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou *smh* autocorrect is not my friend lol! 😂
@mytwistedsoul
Aw lol it really be like that! @.@
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou LOL! So true! The best is when you spell something so badly that autocorrect can't even suggest anything. It just says to tap and save 😂
@mytwistedsoul
Hahaha yass those are the best "I gotchu" moments lolol! 🤣
Which this is a Picotee or pivoting morning glory
Been waiting all summer to see this lol
@mytwistedsoul
Aww so beautiful. 🥰
thoughts are out of focus
floating in the dust
stirs up emotions
that you can never trust
covered by debris
until they sink one by one
swallowed all the water
but can only taste the rust
break a promise and look in the diary
what you find might be surprising
page after page of increasing anxiety
thought I saw a glimmer
shivering at dusk
it said I was a poet
but I think that it misjudged
I opened my hand
there sitting in my palm
was every little moment
that had come undone
how am I meant to take this shit lightly?
knowing life has an unknown expiration date
wasting words in this dumb fucking diary
where all the honesty lies
can you say why it feels so useless
and wake us when it's enough
cause you were never meant to know
I'm afraid we're losing touch
🐾
