Category: votive

Interlude/Stuck on You

Third day in a row. Was I more surprised when you showed up again, or when the washing machine showing up at my door finally made sense?

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, don’t know how to contain this fire. I’ve missed you like air, like water, like veins crying out for the presence of blood, thick and coursing red.

I’ve missed you. I’ve missed who I am when I’m with you. I’ve missed riding the train to meet you, missed the magic and the mayhem and the moondance.

This adventure is going to be so much better with you along for the ride.

Hail to you Loki, to the fire in your eyes and the warmth in your presence.