PianoIsLove

I didn't wake up until sunset, but in the fading sun I saw a land more beautiful than my imagination could conjure. To the east, white-peaked mountains pierced a lotus-pink sky, the amber fields beneath holding a bountiful harvest. Trees soared higher than temple roofs, regal pines perfuming the air. Far in the distance, I could barely make out the facade of a stone fortress capping a particularly lofty peak. To the east, a sea gleamed like silver with fish. I approached Mursili, the Anatolian guard. "Is this beautiful land your home?" He smiled modestly. "And yours now, too, Lady Abisha. We have traveled far today through the lowlands; it

The next morning, I woke up at 11:30 with my head slumped on Ashir's shoulder and one Hell of a hangover. I stretched my arms and neck, hearing a satisfying (but painful!) pop as my muscles unlocked. "Mnn..." Ashir groaned, and I knew he'd be nursing one Hell of a hangover. Oddly enough, I felt just fine, though the dream I'd had that night disturbed me. I think Ashir's Mesopotamian History podcast that he listened to on the commute snuck into my subconscious mind. Why else would I be thinking about people named "Ahat" and "Abisha?" I shuffled into the kitchen to make coffee for Ashir and myself, knowing we both needed it. "Ash? I'm gonna

                               Tesha Tesha: Hittite for dream, divination, or divine message. “What a great Old Man will not be able to say to me, O god, explain it to me through a dream.” - Prayer of King Muwatalli to the storm god Pihassassi ... "Hey, guess who picked up coffee on the way over?" Ashir grinned at me, gesturing two two iced caramel macchiatos in a cardboard holder. "Do I tell you enough that you're my favorite person?" I smiled back, relieved to have a bit more caffeine to make my body forget it was only 6 AM. "I need this- I was out late last night." "Ooh, on a date?" Ashir asked while I opened the passenge

Great Northern War He asks what she feels, And her answer is a cloud of fog It obscures what she knows, As if she even knew which side to join. As if he even knows, either. Like a Haakkapeliitta, Ruthless, A surprise attack, He uttered those words that turned her world Into the snowy wasteland She wonders if it's even worthwhile to reclaim. Her grey eyes search the room anxiously For Tatar horsemen, More guerrilla warfare on the horizon From Odessa to Turku, To Livonian shores. As if anything else could throw her off her horse Into freezing cold waters. Should her heart freeze cold Like the Black Sea? Should she puff herself up, Like a Win

he said goddamnit why don't you ever leave? i said why don't you step on my throat so that I can breathe? he said he didn't like the way my breaths led to questions i said that there were some things he just shouldn't mention he stepped into his car and into the vapors i've searched over the years but he doesn't like to leave traces and that Irvine smog obscured what he'd planned then and that Dubai fog obscured where he'd landed. i want to erase this, to hate him, to forget, because i wanted to save him, and look at what's left and now that pain has turned to morbid curiosity i'm just left wondering: has he already forgotten me? i hope h

Compulsion To understand their motives Older men and their mind games, Their insecurities and humanities. IntruSion How you spun me into your web, My first seduction. I idolized you, you must have known. You treAted me like dirt so I sank to my knees All while believing I was standing tall. You told me you loved me, But you loved my most superficial layers- And when you got to my core, You told me IT meant nothing. That's why I never said it back, by the way- Because I did love you, But it was a Fucked up love, Born of insecurity Sympathy And the headiness of a first romance. I was seventeen when I met you. You were twenty six. You knew bett

Many people rush into love; Some, like waves to the shore- their love is rooted in reality, and it lasts. Some, like embers singeing wood- Without any real substance, their love's nature is to fade. We don't rush, we don't yet call it love- We walk into romance, hand in hand, Without confines and in open air; Just like our first outing in Mason Park. We might sometimes kiss hungrily, But never with desperation. We don't feel madly- We keep level heads. So many times before, I've been one of those embers in a flame- I may enjoy the heat, but in the end, I'm burnt out. The passion may have been overwhelming, But it never had substance. I n

Why is my mind skip Why is my mind a broken record player? skip skip …scratched record? Why is OCD a blunt needle? Half the time My anxiety skip fills me with so much dread I skip, And forget what I’m worried about- All I know is the nausea at the pit of my stomach, The bile rising to my throat. Why is my mind a broken record player? Why do I have to skip have OCD? Haven’t I suffered enough? …have to have OCD? Why am I my own deejay, Remixing my muddled, obsessive thoughts? Why does my head constantly ache From overthinking? Why am I paralyzed at even The possibility Of making the wrong decision, Of making any de