As Autumn is in full effect this Libra season, I am reminded by the vivid colours all around me to enjoy my life. Electric and leather, free as a feather, the freedom I have earned is a present from the universe.
Wild like the wind that whips and mesmerised by the complex synchronicity of this vibrant season, all awake with splashes of auburn and copper orange.
This Libra season I’m all about leather. I like the sound it makes. Like a sudden rush, I find myself excited to be travelling soon and have started suddenly purchasing a collection of garments made of texture.
I like that leather look. I find myself saying “stay wild moon child.” So far this year has been an entanglement of emotions, raw and bitter, like one drink too many.
Emotions run deeply in my veins and I know that now but my freedom came at a price. However now that I have it, I can run wild in hot oil, without the shackles of chains.
I’ve learned that talking is the best medicine. We all have invisible battles. Where beauty is in individualism, comfort can be found in similarity.
Envy is poisonous and beauty is a lonely curse. Like the mourning of the leaves of Autumn, grief weighs down on the loneliest of hearts, so warm chestnuts on the fire and believe that the warmth of company will heal.
The veil is thinning as the pagan’s New Year approaches. Mystical times are scattered on the magical horizon, like the fool walking down the path of the moon, leather love for this mystic.
Love is a Drug
Ambitious beauty is a curse,
Fallen like the Angel of desire,
Broken wings and harp strings,
With psalms that cut,
Like broken glass,
And wind that whips like pride,
Through the wiry waves,
Float like a feather,
Wild like leather.
Thanks for reading,