I had a dream the other night. It was odd and yet it felt so real. Perhaps my soul took an adventure and did some window shopping, for I came across this store I was wandering through (perhaps in London?), and stumbled upon merchandise, at an affordable price.
It was of Doctor Who. The very thing you love. I was ecstatic. I could afford it. I could get not one but two things! And I knew how much it would make you smile, knowing how dear it is to you.
I used to spend hours upon hours searching online, looking for things to send to you. Real things. Not cheap knock-offs. But my wallet was always so tight.
It's all I've ever wanted; to give you the things that would bring you some joy.
Perhaps in some way or another, my soul still reaches for yours; searches for yours. As if there is some unfinished business.
What karmic business do we still have left to clear?
Has the book not reached its end?
--- Ink and Wander
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Floating Feathers - poetry and prose
Poetry💜🤍🖤 Playing with floating feathers is what I do now. This is small book of miscellaneous/random poetry and prose written with the lens of a demisexual person; writing about love and relationships and overall approach. 🖤🤍💜🏳️🌈 For more poetry...
