divine intervention
A fun little mania quirk I have is astrology. Looking at the retrograde coming up and chugging that koolaid like ascension is at the bottom of the pitcher...
It's something that seems to always cut it's teeth on the folks around me, like divinity has it's own plan for me and I can only be the oracle of the star chart. A navigator who never knows their own destination.
Cold looks only sharpening my intuition to a fine razor. Cutting prosciutto so thin I could see the burrs in the knife itself.
Feeling hopeful for the rituals and charts. Fixating in a duality with the first boy I've shared a positive flirt with outside of a dating app. Of anything it just builds confidence. Girls like us are rotten to the core, there's still a market for that though. A strange cheese, exotic and well aged, hocked at an inflated price along the pike place market... I miss Seattle a lot some days.
"The next one you kiss will move hard and fast!!". The comfort here is still weighed in my impatience to get there, but my standards have created a tough proxy.
That's just how it goes some days, don't call it treason...