hey moon!

twas the dawn of 2023! mr january, w/ elegance, pulled apart his seraphim curtains & blushed lustfully as it was the time of the year where his appearance could flood the world. his mother, december, had left for work & she was no where to be found; his sister, february, had locked herself in her room- it would take 31 days for her to come down! and all his aunts and uncles were still on holiday, their responsibilities were simply a drunken blur for them. january was all alone, but his intimacy befriended the moon; after all, his mother introduced the moon to him upon her departure. they fell in love w/ bliss & integrity, but when it was his sisters job to watch the world, they lost each other.



when la mariée de la nuit and her beloved drunkenly sung the songs of a deflowered newlywed i was walking alone in the middle of the english countryside. in the dusk, the heavens kept a pigment of sapphire blunged into the puffs of the lord. amidst the blanket that encompassed the sky there was a small hole that separated the fabric; all old blankets have them, a few rips simply represent the love it received. la mariée de la nuit was there

the moon shined onto me, and the rain started to pour

i began to cry