New Visitor

(original date: april 6th, 2026)

It's been a while since

I've flirted with possibilities—

with the what-if, the if-only.

It's been a while since

I've allowed myself

to fall in love

with ideas

of fantasy and lore.

Like any true junkie,

I've been through withdrawal.

Brutal separation

of a heart too attached.

I had to do it.

I was right to do so.

And yet, in doing so

I failed to realize

how quickly that would send me

down into an abyss

of rapid, liquid death.

But then...

An unforeseen circumstance

showed up at my doorstep.

A new visitor

knocked on my door.

Slowly, but surely,

it made itself at home.

And yes, I'll admit

that I might be

delusional,

but oh, it feels so right—

to share the warm hearth

with another soul.

Such an exquisite delight...

And yet, such a dilemma.

They've always said

that love will find me

when I least expect it.

(And I certainly had given up hope.)

But is this the prophecy,

personified?

Or is this

another stake

at my tomb?

Am I flirting

with certain doom

again?

Is this the scorching sun

to my wax wings,

once more?

Will there ever come a time

in which I finish my detox

and finally choose

not to re-tox?

My bleeding heart

will pay the price anyway.

(Are you brave enough to steal it?)