darkest_dreaming raze i know i heard this first in the brick box i called mine when i was fifteen and full of fear. but the memory that endures is of letting it wash over me after everyone above ground was asleep in my mother's house. a voice that had already carried me through so much sang: "stay tonight. we'll watch the full_moon rising. hold_on tight. the sky is breaking." and i felt what i couldn't see fracture between my fingers like the bones of some brittle god, his belly bloated with unanswered prayers. i never thought i'd know another soul who would be awake enough to hear this song speak to them the way it spoke to me all those years ago. the way it speaks to me still. now we dig into darkness together and make a meal of the mud that binds us. if this is a dream, it's one i wish to never wake from. 260205 what's it to you? who go blather from