Alchemist Ablaze

the more i ask my self how i truly feel - the more silence i receive as an answer. it is a few days into november as the sun and moon dance with each other within me. they morph and cry and balance. and wrap around me tightly in a dizzying distraction from the many days that pass through me. they say the veils have been lifted and that something is on the horizon, bringing forward a new frame work of being. perhaps, the final blow to scatter the ashes of this idea. embers to transform into flame as i prepare to set my soul on fire. ajna spoke so passionately about how they will sail across the sea to watch you set yourself ablaze. i intend to do so. the crowd collects and grows by the presence of my past selves - those who have bled, torn and soaking in salt tears from the broken child that had to let go - they have come back to embrace me. and to be embraced as well. we are alchemists, my love. it is reassuring to remember that all can be transformed within this moment. i saw you in my dreams and heard my self release the words - “healing is a spiral”. and i love you for it. it is something to be gentle with the dainty fragments of existence, for the animals of my wild mind begin to trust again. coming towards me slowly from the dark of the shadows, bright eyes like candle light, cold melting as we collide in eternal recognition. returning home to the warmth of a mothers love. i feel i can only truly be free once i have loved and released all that i have ever known. the secrets of the universe reveal themselves like a trail of crumbs i left for my self to find a long time ago. i am protected in my journey.

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝒾