They say and now is such a time when retrograde ceases to disrupt, one cannot help but suspect the frankincense and myrrh announce the winter solstice the one dark night with the brightest shining star.
and yet it’s hard not to feel we’re not just some speck in a vast Galaxy of infinite space and time is a concept not one person can explain. Because you can’t explain something you live within. Time is not an absolute. We are the only absolute.
Just when I’ve split enough emotion over black holes and event horizons I stop to consider the wonder that is the mechanism behind human eye. The intricate beauty of sight.
The sentient being
is the only
thing I can
if any thing
can be done
If I know
And you don’t need to impose
A god damn thing on me
EURYDICE: CHAPTER ONE
WHEN SHE ENCOUNTERS REBEKAH IN THE WAITING ROOM OF DANTE’S limbo
I feel like this is the beginning
Though I’ve loved you for a million years