🖋 11.29.2020
sunshine in melody of warmth curling around the neck, ruffling fur and tugging playfully at the frayed ends of the blindfold. whispering softly into an ear to take a blind look around the surrounding foliage. head turns slowly, third eye awake to take in the surroundings. nothing but outlines and dulled colors. hard to see, eye closes, body sinks.
🖋 11.28.2020
waking in slow motion, the sun like warm tea running down the throat. pleasant. drawn to a crowd, moving slow, hooves focused on uneven ground. company of silence, endearing. comfortable, peace.
🖋 11.26.2020
happy thanksgiving, or any other holiday you celebrate today, from the both of us.
🖋 11.25.2020
entered. lost all sense of time, awaking from unusual slumber. the world is dark behind his blindfold, the desire to take it off is near none. no one needed to solidify into stone that day. no one deserved it. a presence is felt not long later, the sun warming his hocks. third eye is opened, olfactory inhales and paints a picture of wisps. large, the color of crisp winter snow that he had not yet experienced, yet knew of. large red canopies of solidified ruby blood. a face much like his own. curious. time is fleeting, time rests its arms on the nape of his neck, down he would rest his heavy head, eyes falling closed once again. company is desired, wanted, loved. silent thank you to the stranger for his silent company. until then, he will remember you.
