Dinorawwwwrrrsss!!!!!

Okay…wow it’s been a good while since I’ve written anything! Oops!! So, Halloween was last weekend! And it was so much fun! I dressed up as a young Nymphadora Tonks!

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  I got kind of carried away with selfies..lol. Anyways…went to three parties in Halloween night!! It was pretty fun, a bit of a mild night for me…but still..loads of fun!

Now…next weekend we are having our carpets and vents cleaned before thanksgiving and christmas.. And so I’ve been crazy busy moving things! October was selective mutism awareness month.. As a selective mute myself, I was going to try to put more info out there but alas…I was so scatterbrained I didn’t get around to it.

Sorry!!

But..I was in a little bit of a poetry mood Sooooo I wanted to write a little one..

For Άλφα-

Θέλω να σας ευχαριστήσω, για να είναι τόσο καλό για μένα. Εγώ δεν πιστεύω ότι το αξίζουν. Αλλά, αυτό με κάνει να αισθάνομαι πολύ … φροντίδα.

For weeks now, you’ve been thrumming inside of my bones.
Rattling through my ribcage, like a flock of birds.
At first, I was terrified of it.
Scared to relax and just simply be me.
But you, you let your words soak through my skin like warm water.
Allowing me to unwind within your softness.
I find myself wondering how your palms might feel, sliding down my back.

It’s so beautiful when your smile lights up your face.
Just like last night, when you laughed -I never wanted you to stop.

Wild, restless, tough spirits; that’s what we are.

We’ve spent hours, days, talking about what we would do if we coexisted with dinosaurs. I will never accept your distaste for pizza, or coffee. But, I accept you, your wonderful smile, your quiet strength and your beautiful soul.

It’s still baffling to me how easily we forged this bond, but I’m thankful we did. I have learned so much from you in this short amount of time, and I have opened my mind and heart to yours.

I want to thank you, for being my support for me in the healing of the wounds I’ve tried to keep hidden from everyone who loves me. You didn’t force me to bare my scars, instead you calmly have helped me put bandages upon the cuts I have that still were gushing blood. Your delicate touches have helped to staunch the flow.

I’m starting to see how beautiful the chaos around us truly is, I never want you to put yourself on mute. I know how toxic that kind of

And I don’t know what this is between us..or what is going to happen…but I cannot wait to find out.

World mental health day.

Today is #worldmentalhealthday pups. I have a mental illness, and I’m not afraid to talk about it. I’ve been told I should be though. I have been told to “keep quiet” so I don’t let anyone know I have a mental illness. Because they may think I’m “unstable” or “dangerous” which, I’m not. There is a terrifying stigma that comes with having a mental illness that seems to just sit in everyone’s brain. These preconceived notions about someone’s personality, work ethic, intelligence even, purely because of an illness which they CANNOT control.

Just because someone has ptsd, doesn’t make them more likely to “fly off the handle” or have a breakdown, than that accomplished lawyer over there who works 80+ hours a week.

Just because someone has depression, doesn’t mean they can’t have moments where they enjoy their life. They can, and do have moments where they can hang out and laugh with friends over a pint or two.

Just because someone has bipolar disorder, does not mean they are going to be violent or that they don’t care about anything, violence is not something that person believes in and they love you too much to actively hurt you.

When you attach a stigma to a mental illness, you’re attaching it to everyone you know whom lives with that illness. We are all individuals and our illnesses manifest themselves to each of us, DIFFERENTLY. you can’t look at someone and see a mental illness, so why is it that when we talk about having one, or even several, that all of a sudden, you no longer see us? You only see our diagnosis.

When someone has cancer, you don’t just see the cancer..you see them as a whole person. When someone has a broken leg, you don’t just see the broken leg, so why can’t you do the same for mental illnesses?

If you have a mental illness, please know…you are not broken. You are loved very much, you are capable and amazing. If you need to seek help, please do. It doesn’t make you weak, incapable, or any less of a person. Seeking the help you need, is the strongest thing you can do sometimes. You are your own person..there is no one size fits all answer that you can get, treatments for mental illnesses are vast, and varied. Just because it was right for you, doesn’t mean it will work for someone else.

Pills are not for everyone, neither is therapy. You have to find out what works best and is safest for you. Never forget, you are strong, capable and loved. Absolutely loved.

National poetry day.

So, October eighth is national poetry day. And since I consider myself a poet, I figured I should write something.

Everyone knows that poetry is art. And in art, there are no rules. Yet, surprisingly some would argue that if your poem doesn’t rhyme, or have clearly defined stanzas, it’s not a “real” poem.

Poetry is considered a fringe art form. But even a fringe art form is just that, an art form. And art is about expression, creativity, freedom; it doesn’t conform to a set of rules, it doesn’t fit into a box. Art is rebellious, and always evolving.

And that’s why I love it, in poetry you don’t have to speak in what would be referred to as, layman’s terms, you can speak in metaphors if you so choose. You can express any emotions you want, be it anger, love, happiness, loss, or even confusion.

With poetry, your words are telling a story. Your heart, is telling it’s story. Sometimes it comes easily, it will just glide out of your pen onto the paper. Other times, you sit and struggle to finish just one line. It all comes down to what you are trying to say. Poetry is a great healing tool, gives your pain somewhere to go. A constructive space, instead of a destructive place. And that’s beautiful.

With that said, I’ve got a short poem here for you. It’s an old one. Without a title…but. Yeah.

Darkness falls around here again, the night sky blanketed in a deep violet colour. There are images that race through your brain, cut and spliced into tangled messes. Pages of untold words lay scattered around the floor, begging to be shared. There are no more tears, not anymore. Funny, how something so dark can feel so safe..

You walked in the door and picked up a small silver necklace, the only thing you knew she had left. You need to find her, but how can you? It’s been years since you’ve even heard someone speak her name. You write her still, I know. Sending neat little letters into the great unknown, hoping at least one will find her.

But you won’t. I know you won’t even get close. How do I know?

I am her. But…I’m not her anymore. I am someone new now. I no longer answer to the names you gave me.

Happy Monday…my friend wrote a great story, my other friend did an amazing narration of it. Look!

Alright pups, listen up.

I want to post about this because I am just so freaking proud. So, my friend Lux Noctis, whom is an excellent writer/poet and just outstanding individual- wrote this short story a while ago. It’s so hauntingly beautiful, and has a really great undertone of…morbidity. And I know that sounds absolutely insane, but trust me when I say, it is astounding. Lux has a way of writing that gives words such depth and most of everything he writes is admittedly sad, terrifying or morbid but I truly think it’s gorgeous. So okay, back to this particular piece… Lux got the opportunity to do a collaboration of sorts with the most notable creepypasta narrator on YouTube, my other wonderful friend- Mr. CreepyPasta. He has a magnificent voice and when he narrates stories, especially ones with melancholy tones to them, it really brings out the imagery.

He has such a velvety soft voice that gives horror stories a…..suspenseful and yet….peaceful edge to them…that is just fabulous.

Anyways, I wanted to post about this piece because I am just so excited for Lux, he has been trying to gain a following for quite some time and this is sure to help him do just that…

He has already written a full length novel, that is available for purchase here. In paperback and of course an ebook. >>>>>>>

He has a YouTube channel dedicated to his stories and he has some amazing content on it. Find that here. >>>>>> https://youtu.be/VBJ9uEpvaDA

And he also has a very awesome let’s play channel on YouTube here. >>>>>>> https://youtu.be/JD1Nx_xhUck

MCP has a great narration channel, you should check him out here. >>>>>>> https://youtu.be/FfKIj9ahPuw

And also has an extra channel, full of LP’s, music, and just general…weirdness. Check it out here. >>>>>>> https://youtu.be/tPS238meOPw

They’re both on Twitter here.>>>>
Lux- Check out Lux Noctis (@TheLuxNoctis): https://twitter.com/TheLuxNoctis?s=09

MCP- Check out Mr. Creepy Pasta (@MrCreepyPasta0): https://twitter.com/MrCreepyPasta0?s=09

I have no idea why I’m shamelessly promoting these two…Since i have literally no personal gain from doing this. Ha..and if you knew me. You would be questioning my sanity for this act here..

But, I love my friends…and I love art. All forms. And I just want my wonderful, talented friends…to be shared with the world.

Okay…happy Monday morning pups. I’m going to bed now though. Stay safe, stay warm…I love you.

Wow that took forever, here’s a run down of what has gone on the last 2 weeks!

Okay pups! So I haven’t put an actual blog out in…..pffffttt…. forever.  But, I’ve been sick for the past week & I was on vacation the week prior…so I have loads to talk about and some actual “quiet time” (boy….that’s rare.) So, let’s dive right in shall we?

The past several weeks I’ve been so freaking busy and crazy stressed out with work, and things that have been happening around the house. If you don’t already know, here’s a quick rundown: We went back down to three days from four, at work…which sucks money wise, but it gives me an extra day of rest on the weekends to work on more…personal things. Which never ever seem to even get done….ugh. Usually the first thing on my list every week, is laundry, dishes, car upkeep, then of course grocery shopping. And I always go to visit my granny every weekend. So, I always have a bunch of things going on, even if the things I do, sound mundane and boring….it keeps me busy. And two weekends ago, on Saturday, I went to the nursing home to visit my granny whilst my parents went shopping for…doors or…something? I came out of the nursing home a few hours later only to see, a flat front tire! I was FURIOUS. Kinda still am…but, I called my mum and told her I had a flat. Had to wait for an hour until they showed up…my mum and dad tried to help me get the tire off, couldn’t do it.  We spent a good….mmmm…hour trying to get it off…to no avail. So we called a tow truck, and then proceeded to wait another hour for it to arrive. When we finally got my car back home, my dad starts inspecting it, and low and behold…..there is a large gash on the inner side of the tire. I either hit something that cut it open, or I have something scraping against the tire from the underside of my car. UGH! My dad said that while I was on vacation, he would fix it. But, when I got home, there was just the spare tire on it. So, for the past week, I’ve been driving on a spare tire. However yesterday I had an appointment for an oil change & tire replacement. So, yay me for adulating for once!

Now, here’s the fun part!

Last week I was on vacation with a few of my favourite people! We were on my favourite beach, Sanibel Island! I have always loved it. It’s a quiet island, not a party place…but I’m obviously not a…party person, nor a people person…so I quite enjoy a relaxing, quiet vacation. I wrote a poem about Sanibel Island when I was younger….here’s a link to the poem, that I posted on this blog months ago if you would want to read that.  >>>>>>>

https://thewarriorandherwolfhound.com/2015/05/24/i-must-go/

I brought my friend Alexa with me, she’s the best! We’ve been on technically 2 cruises together…and we’ve been to Atlantic City together as well. She’s so chill, I love traveling with her. She’s from Staten Island, and I’m from Ohio; so we met up when we both landed in Fort Myers. We had to rent a car, or well…I did, since I’m the eldest and she doesn’t drive. So, we get our stuff into the car, and make our way to the island, which is about a 30 minute drive. Once you make it over the causeway islands, Sanibel Island doesn’t really have any traffic lights, usually only four way stops and stuff…and anyone who knows me, knows I hate four way stops with a passion; almost as much as I hate roundabouts, but that’s beside the point. We stayed at Sanibel Moorings, I’ve stayed there with my family before and it is definitely one of the nicer all-inclusive places on the island, they have a full kitchenette in every condo, full bathroom(s), master bedroom with master bath, Wi-Fi, and prime closet space. Each condo gets their own parking space, there is an on-site laundromat, towel exchange, umbrellas, chairs, and loungers for the beach! Two pools, canoes/kayaks(just in case you would want to go kayaking in the canal nearby, and bikes for daily rental(Do you know where the kayaks are? Well they’re not by the kayaks!!)

We had a garden view condo, which was…nice, but a bit dark. There was a tree in front of our porch, and it pretty much blocked out all the sunlight. There had been a hurricane that had rolled through Florida just a week or so prior to our visit, so a few places that I wanted to go to, were closed. We had lunch at this hotdog joint, Schnapper’s Hots…which kinda has gone downhill in my opinion. Usually it’s pretty good, but it was subpar this year, which was very disappointing. After lunch, we went and bought our groceries for the week, then went to the condo to put all our stuff away. When we got settled, I think…we went to the beach for a bit, and saw dolphins! On our first day!  After that, we went shopping but we didn’t buy anything while we were out; we went back home and made ourselves a pizza and went to bed fairly early. We had had a long day.

That next day, we went for brunch at the Over Easy Café, because we’re classy bitches. What did we do after that?…..uhhhhhhhh…I think we probably went sunbathing. That evening, we decided to get all dressed up and go to my favourite restaurant, Matzaluna’s. I love it there, mostly because I love Italian food, but also because you can draw on the tablecloths. And I’m a doodler, also a child…so I love that. It wasn’t really crowded there, since it was a holiday and people were still out doing….whatever people do on Labor Day.

Then of course that night, Alexa let me watch my beloved OSU Buckeyes kick some serious ass on ESPN, while we waited for our friends, Phil & Hunter to show up. Phil had to work on Monday so they kind of got a late start. They got to the island around 11 or so, and then the real fun could begin! Meaning, we could finally get drunk! And get drunk, we did. Phil & Hunter taught us how to play this card game, Ring of Fire…which I still don’t quite understand…but whatever it was fun.

That next day we spent a good deal on the beach since the sun was out. It felt like a good day to just lie around and be lazy, Hunter was nice enough to make breakfast since Alexa & myself don’t particularly cook (I told Phil once I liked to cook, truth be told, I do, but only in my own kitchen.)  Fun fact about me, I’m hydrophobic so I don’t like to freely get in bodies of water. So, the three of them went out past the little sandbar there, which is farther out than I am comfortable venturing, while I got to find shells for my collection! And I found tons! Oh man, this year was a great year for shells! I am so happy! I love finding cool shells, my grandma gave me her shell collection from over the years and I love adding to it!

After we all got out of the water, Phil, Hunter & Alexa noticed the bottom of their feet were yellow! Like uber yellow and we didn’t really know why. It washed off though, so nobody was really worried.

That night we went out to the Lazy Flamingo, which is a really laid back bar…I love it. I have a soft spot for dive bars for whatever reason. I pretend to be classy, but I don’t like to be all fancy and shit. That night I’m pretty sure we got pretty drunk & watched Mad Max. I had wanted to see that movie, it was pretty good. (Some of the week is fuzzy, hence why it’s taken me so long to write this blog.)

I’m fairly certain we just laid around on the beach on Wednesday, and we figured out why their feet had turned yellow the day prior. They had been standing on live sand dollars! There were I guess a whole bunch! I took a walk down to the lighthouse, and on the way I saw a dead horseshoe crab & some sea turtle bones. It was awesome. We then went to the pool and messed about in there for an hour or so before we decided we were hungry. We went to Matzaluna’s again that evening, for an early dinner so the boys could get back to their place. Phil had to work the next morning early. Alexa & I opened a bottle of wine after they left. I’m not really a wine drinker; I’ve never been a fan of it.

Thursday, we got up later than usual and spent the morning on the beach before we made our way to Phil & Hunter’s place. We spent the night with them before making our way to Universal on Friday afternoon. It was about a 90 minute drive from the boy’s place. I’d been there once before, with my high school music program, but that was before Harry Potter world had opened. I was so excited to go there! We got there just after 2 pm, so we only had about 6 hours to get through the park.

The first thing we did was the Shrek 4D thing. It was neat! Not great, but…neat. Then we went on this, Rock ‘N Roller Coaster thing called Hollywood Rip, Ride Rock it.…It was fun, but I don’t really like coasters so I doubt I would ride that again. Then we went on the Men In Black ride, dude…that was crazy awesome! I loved it. We had to stop for some Dippin Dots along the way because, well….ice cream. We then made our way to Islands of Adventure. (This won’t be in chronological order because I’m having trouble piecing that together.)

Since we had a FastPass, we didn’t have to wait in crazy lines. I know we went on the Amazing Spiderman ride, which was probably the coolest ride. We rode Dr Doom’s drop tower, I love those. Then we walked over to Jurassic Park to ride the River Adventure ride, I won’t spoil this because I know Danny is gonna read this and he said not to. We walked through Toon Lagoon, The Lost Continent, Seuss Landing, and FINALLY spent the last part of the evening in Harry Potter World; my favourite. We rode the Dragon Challenge, and walked through Hogwarts! We rode on the Hogwarts Express, saw the Knight Bus, and went to Hogsmeade & Diagon Alley! Walked through Honeydukes & Zonko’s Joke shop, Alexa went to ride another coaster while I went to Olivander’s to get my wand! I also got to purchase my Hufflepuff robes, after YEARS of waiting! By that time it was getting close to 8pm so the park was going to close soon, so we made our way back towards the gates and stopped in Margaritaville for dinner. It wasn’t too packed and the food was okay. After dinner, we made our way back to our car. Both our phones had died by that point so we couldn’t wait to plug them back in. We get in the car, plug our phones in, but neither start to charge. We start panicking, but eventually mine turns on slightly so we open my GPS and begin driving home…then it shuts off like…15 minutes later! This keeps happening until Alexa’s phone FINALLY turns on about 20 minutes or so into the drive and we are finally on our way home. It takes us just under 3 hours to get back and by the time we do, it’s so late all we want to do is sleep. So, we crawled into bed around midnight almost 1am.

That next day was Saturday, our last full day. We surprisingly got up at a fairly reasonable hour, had breakfast, I did laundry then we went to the beach for a few hours, and then decided we should go souvenir shopping. So I took her to a little shell shop called, She Sells Sea Shells. It’s so cute. They sell all sorts of fun knickknacks there. We got a few little things then went to shop somewhere else, ended up at the little shopping center we went to the first day, everything was closed up early, so we went to CVS to get some last minute packing essentials. We were making our way back to the condo when I suddenly remembered; I had not seen the birds all week yet! So, we went to Periwinkle Park and I introduced Alexa to all the birds there! My favourite, Freddy, was still there. He is a 30+ year old Greenwing Macaw from South America. I’ve come to Sanibel Island almost every year of my life and he has been there ever since I can remember. I love visiting him, the park takes amazing care of their birds. They even have an educational show every morning at 10am where they feed the birds and talk about them and they will do tricks! It’s neat. Anyways, after that we had to rush back to the condo because we were going to watch Byrne & Kelly perform a StageIt show and we didn’t want to miss it. We made it just in time too. We watched their show while we had dinner, and a few glasses of wine. We stayed up not too late, but late enough, since we had to be up early that next morning.

Sunday morning, we got up, packed, took out the trash & recycling, loaded the dishwasher, tossed a whole bunch of food (in retrospect we should have left it with the boys but, we were ambitious.) I ran to the beach one last time and we headed out the door around 8 am. It didn’t take us long to get to the airport or to turn in our rental car, so we sat in the airport for about 90 minutes before we said our goodbyes and went to our separate gates. I had the earlier flight, but we boarded the plane, and then sat there for 45 minutes for seemingly no reason.

I got back to Ohio around 1pm, and I started feeling really ill. I had been feeling rough for a few days but when I got home, it really started to hit me. So, I get home and crawled into bed, not even bothering to shower or unpack. I worked that whole next week and finally got around to unpacking on Thursday morning, but I felt almost worse. I had gotten even sicker that week. Now, I’m on the mend so don’t worry!

Whew! What a ride, huh? It took me three days to type this thing, just so you all know. Alright, well it is midafternoon here and I have to go buy a new phone charger so I hope you all are staying warm/cool/dry/happy/healthy and whatever else! I want to say a big thank you to my wonderful friends Alexa, Phil & Hunter for coming on that vacation with me. I had a blast and I love you pups so much! And to whoever is reading this post right now, I love you too. I hope your weekend was awesome and you have a great rest of the week.

Conqueror.

I wrote this like..Fucking forever ago..and I was unsure what to do with it..but I’m too lazy to write a new post today…so…here have this.

I’ve been missing you for awhile, which is so strange. We’ve never even met, you and I.

But I feel you inside my chest, here next to my lungs…you’ve taken root. I care about you and not hearing from you for so long has gotten to me.

It’s funny, the first time I wrote about you, I held nothing back. Was not afraid to write myself a fool for you. But now, these ink stains on my hands only serve as to remind me how much I want to pull you up to my lips; but cannot.

I miss you, I fear each time I say that, the ink runs a little dryer; and I am one word closer to becoming a crumpled up note carelessly tossed aside. 

I did wrong by you, I know. I won’t try to deny that. And I’m so sorry. I have nothing to offer you, no well spoken speeches, nor softly sealed letters. 

Just this- if you only knew how often I dreamt  about you, I wonder if I could show you how truly much I miss your voice, your eyes…you.

You made me feel so, alive. Pulled this wild wolf straight out of her woods…and as much as that terrified me, I welcomed it. For it gave me this illusion of maybe someday you would be there too.

Maybe you will…at least…that’s what I hope.

Terribly sorry.

Sooooooo was gonna update a blog today.. Unfortunately…my Wi-Fi is out. Sooooooooo….I’m just gonna pop over and say hey. So…hey.

Maybe i will have something extensive up tomorrow…I’ll go to Starbucks and do it.. But for now..I’m off to Sunbury Sizzle & Sounds/ Galena Fest!

Love you pups! 🐾

Selective Mutism.

So, it’s Wednesday. I’m at work and the power just went out so I figure I’d use this time to update my blog!! Hello pups. How goes it? Hope you’re all staying warm/cool/dry/happy!

Just wanted to fill y’all in on a few things..

So, recently I’ve been chatting with a friend about a project I’ve been working on…and it’s something I’ve been slowly putting together for ten years now.

I know what you’re thinking…how can you be working on something that long and not have finished it? Well, simply put..I didn’t realise at the time I started, it was going to turn into such a huge undertaking. He suggested I should write out, snippets of things while I work on them. So, here is one.

Guess I should explain myself a little. You see, I’m primarily a poet, but I do have a passionate desire to write a few full length books. The first book I hope to complete, it is going to be a nonfiction piece. An educational book of sorts, that’s the hope at least. I am hoping to put together a book about my experience as a child, growing up in the special needs program.
My entire school career, I was in the special needs program. Albeit, a high functioning member…but a member none the less. In my later school years, I became more of an aid to my teachers and case worker, as I needed less assistance.

So, I had been able to observe several things that weighed on my mind, and heart, for years after.
Our education system in America is lacking. A lot.

The amount of children with differentiating educational needs is vast and diverse, yet the methods we “teach” these children with, aren’t. There are only a few classifications for special needs children in this country, but thousands of different special needs that are not being catered to.

I am going to start a small series here on my blog whilst I compile my resources and hopefully finish the book. I encourage you, reader, to share your stories with me, if you have any. I want to know how being in a special needs program, or knowing someone in a special needs program, impacted your life.

I will start here.

When I was a child, learning how to talk, I was an absolute chatterbox. My mother would always say I had a vast and extensive vocabulary for a child younger than 3. However, when I entered preschool, I no longer was a chatterbox.

I became silent, scared and unresponsive to my fellow students, teachers, even my mum when she was with me in a school or public setting. I would sit, rigidly, and stare at my hands or the ground. I did not play with other children, or partake in group activities. Nothing. I would sit, in a corner or at my desk..alone. I had seemingly shut down. So, my mum took me to see a doctor. She had become concerned for me. I was diagnosed with a social anxiety disorder called Selective Mutism. For those of you, whom may be shaking your head and going, “Emily…what are you talking about?” Here is the best, short description of SM, I could find.  –

Selective mutism (SM) is an anxiety disorder, in which a person who is normally capable of speech, does not speak in specific situations or to specific people. Selective mutism usually co-exists with shyness or social anxiety. People with selective mutism stay silent even when the consequences of their silence include shame, social ostracism or even punishment.

(I will refer to Selective Mutism as SM from now on to save myself some time.)

Now, it is very important for me to say that I was diagnosed with SM, early and subsequently treated for it, as best as was known how at the time.(Keep in mind, this was 1995..) What was known about SM back then, was very little. Therefore the options were limited.

Once I started primary school, I was sent to the schools speech therapist. She was a huge part of the reason I am able to “function” like a normal person…most days. She would take me out of class twice a week, and work with me, one on one, on small exercises to get me to speak to her in a conversational manner. It took some time, but I eventually was able to invite a friend or two to sit in with us. We would play games and I would be encouraged to interact with my classmates during that time.

Over the course of a few years, it was determined that, for me personally…school wasn’t the stressor..rather the crowds. Large, loud crowds scared me. (Still do, just not to that extreme extent.) I was teased for being nonverbal, and therefore I was recoiling from social interaction even more.

Okay, that’s enough for today…next time hopefully I can go into elaborate detail, since hopefully I’ll be on my laptop and not on mobile.(My thumbs hurt.)

I hope you have a wonderful Wolf Wednesday pups! I love you! xxx 💓💋🐺🐾🐾🌙

Senses.

Happy Sunday pups. Here’s a poem I just finished. For, Άλφα..thank you for having patience with me.

Sensory deprivation is a horrid form of torture, and I brought it upon myself. But you, you’re slowly giving me my wolf like senses back, baby. In the quiet moments before each sunset, I can hear the soft, steady beat of your heart. I’d like to think I could hear your voice in my dreams last night, slowly drifting through my brain.

I told you once of the damage my body suffered while in my adolescent lifetime, and you ran your hand along the lines I wear upon my back; the ones that silence clawed into my flesh. And I swear, in that moment I felt every bend in my spine, every knot loosened, instantly.

I had such dulled senses when it comes to touch… I would have never thought you could draw such a reaction out of my skin, yet there you were. So gentle, and patient, that even I had mistaken your breath for an autumn breeze.

Viva la Pluto.

Happy Tuesday pups! In light of the Pluto flyby, which gave us beautiful pictures of my favourite planet!..  I’m re-releasing my ode to Pluto.

http://www.theverge.com/2015/7/14/8958079/nasa-new-horizons-pluto-color-image

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I wrote this one when I found out Pluto got stripped of it’s planetary status.

Remember, just because you’re a dwarf planet, doesn’t mean you can’t make a big impact.

My dear sweet Pluto, you have been shamed. stripped of all your achievements, humiliated amongst your peers. they say, you are too small, inconsequential and unworthy. the planetary merits you were bestowed, stolen. when i was young, they taught me your name. fed me scriptures of structured words. i learned how, even though you were small, you had an atmosphere all your own. it gave me a vision of unique solidarity. they said you were last in line, the end. but i know, you were merely the final spectacle of a wondrous parade. they frowned upon how brightly you illuminated their telescope lenses. now, all we can do is marvel at how even though they tried to erase you away, you never left the skies.