Perhaps you thought the words would save you, from what you did not know. If you could only locate the right ones. The ones more precious than any of the hundreds of thousands you had written before in the clouds as they soared by overhead, into a pale gray distance you dreamed to explore.
Morning dawns in your chest, pinks and blues and lightning bolts. I have a dear friend who shares my bed, stalks my mind, and I refuse to believe that he needs me for anything.
Anxiety. (Generalized.) The shaking spreads itself through everything and you are fascinated by its smoothness, obsessed with your inability to collect it back in. Watch over it, wade into it, like an oil spill, black ink slides out across the vast dark ocean of the void.
We open our hearts and touch our lips to one another for want of the emptiness. Thirsty. You are the taste of sunlight falling through trees, the secrets which twist and ache to keep.
Under lock and key, the tongue keeps hidden inside your stifled breath. You tap at the keyboard just to feel your heart beating. Almost surprised, almost, unlikely. There are multiple lives you live all at once and they each ring separately in your ears, hoping to be the one who is heard.
It is hard to tell. It is difficult to hear the answer among the answers.
Above all else. Beyond all the noise and the rattling which exhausts your veins with trembling. When it is very hard to see, I don’t know how the words can save me.
But still, even inside the madness, something believes I should believe.
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Allison Marie Conway 
Again, back in your true element, the ether/reality. Still (obviously) a big fan of your way with weather.
‘You are the taste of sunlight falling through trees, the secrets which twist and ache to keep’
The Club Is Open xo
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Thank you so much, Nick Reeves. You are such a kind soul. I will see you at the Conway-Reeves. ❤ ❤
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Happy Hour
7-3 GMT
xo
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gin martini and a knife 🙂
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That’s our table.
Literally, our table!
xo
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hahahaa oh yes I remember it perfectly! …. well…. most of it. A lot can happen between 7 and 3. xo
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ether/or
xo
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As always you manage to awe and dazzle… Emptiness painted in the most breathtaking of ways. The feels. The beliefs. Ah… thank you.
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Thank you ever so much, I love that this resonates with you. ❤
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Your writing always resonates. Sometimes straight on, other times subliminally, always deeply… ❤
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May I just say, thank you, thank you so much for meeting my works just as they are, no matter what they are or how they present themselves. That is so precious to me, I am so grateful. You have never once tried to change them or ‘suggest’ or shied from their darkness. You have been such a gift to me in this way. ❤
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❤️
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