This newsletter was guest authored by @bluepensamurai.
Thinking
night.
dear Mr Blue,
come into the blues. My mind drifts to many places as I start to recollect. Memories are my best friends and yet I always forget. And so I write to you to sing to you my simple song of sorrow. And I write to you to sing to you my simple song of praise. Praise for the universe, praise for human subjectivity. i find gratitude in knowing that nothing exists without splitting. Everything is inversely created. Everything is a twin, maybe triplet, more than one.
The universe blows upon you a gentle storm
The moonlight shines upon you a milky bronze
Listen softly so you can hear the song
Of the trees that want to cover you
Of the shadows that want to sit with you
Of the tremors that never go east.
Drift.
night.
dear Mr Blue,
My mind drifts to many places as I start to recollect. I placate myself with smoke. I don’t want you to listen to what is said but to the way it is said. I send this to you in the confidence that my confidences will be betrayed. I will find pain and yet pleasure as I am reminded of what the world really is. My lips are darkened by the thick fog of smoke. i lose sense of a normal way of speech. My lungs shriek for the want of love and affection. But none of these deny attention to the corruption that sits deep in my soul.
Solitude could make me a loner
But my tied tongue is what leaves me lonely.
All i do is write these poems
To show them to your heart
To try and talk to you.
beat. poem.
i bloom again in the eve of night
i don’t mind that the final plan is only a sketch
i don’t mind that i do not feel my heart
i don’t mind that the end is only another beginning
because the weeds of the world have enlightened my nightly mind
in my revolving thoughts i have my own camp
let me be your guide
let me be your flower
let me be the bee
that makes your flower bloom 🌺
The golden savannah drew me to you
Deep in the wilderness my heart thought of you
In the sunlit days of the north we smiled at each other
In the moonlit nights of the desert we held on to each other
And by day
And by night
We grew to be together
We knew to love no other
When we knew it couldn’t be forever,
We grew to need each other.
Day.
dear Mr Blue,
my heart is gladdened at the sight of your light and at the tune of your rhythm. the waterfalls of a lovely valley wash my mind anew. the seas of the universe part into rivers as they map my baby skin. and i should say too that my delay in speaking with you was for saturation of thoughts and never for want of thought. you are blessed with the empathy of fire and the ferocity of water. and now i disappear into the night. for out of sight is out of mind.
night.
Watching
Reading
Listening
I really enjoyed having a playlist attached to a newsletter so I’m making it a thing and making a playlist for every newsletter. I hope you enjoy it! P.S: Youtube Music is on the list this week. Pew pew pew pewwww!🥳
Remembering
“Friendship was witnessing another’s slow drip of miseries, and long bouts of boredom, and occasional triumphs. It was feeling honoured by the privilege of getting to be present for another person’s most dismal moments, and knowing that you could be dismal around him in return.”
- Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life.
the end.
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