Under the moon’s radiant glance,

J.
2 min readMay 15, 2024

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Open the zip of your skin and let me see your soul. Pay me in trust, and I’ll be your best friend.

In this safe bubble we create, you can freely sing your mind out loud. I will listen with adoration, like a toddler enraptured by Barney’s songs. Here, you can let your thoughts flow without fear, your deepest fears and brightest dreams laid bare. I will be here, unwavering, absorbing every word, every emotion, with the purest affection. Just sit still, look pretty, and know that in this sanctuary, you are cherished and heard.

Share with me the secrets that weigh you down, the hopes that lift you up, and the quiet moments that define your soul. In this place, judgment has no voice, and only understanding and love reside. Allow yourself the freedom to be vulnerable, to show the raw and unfiltered essence of who you are.

Together, we will weave a tapestry of trust, each thread a testament to our bond. I will be the listener to your songs, the keeper of your dreams, and the guardian of your heart. So sit still, look pretty, and let the world fade away, knowing that here, in this space we’ve created, you are truly seen and deeply valued.

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J.

Write, you weakling; write, you mad-woman, write your misery out, write out your guts, spill out what is choking you, shout obscenely.