Hold a séance
for the stillborn promises
you whispered in my ear
haunting me since
our home became a house,
and watch me sink
as their spirits from realms too far
come turning blue a deeper shade,
summoned only to say:
The House of Diamonds
The house of diamonds
becomes a home when the moon wakes up.
A family that glitters in the dark,
where silver specks on midnight blue
come as one to shine as many.
But, oh, how I’ve wondered what they are.
I do wonder how they are.
For even the brightest of stars…
my housemate made a video of himself reading a magazine for minutes on my iPad and I just found it now 1) what 2) why