DO NOT BITE THE SUN, TRAVELER.

YOU WILL BURN YOUR MOUTH.

Dawn, like a pale green note of music in the mountains, woke me, and I sat up, damp, cold, and alone.

I belong in this twilight that hatched me.

...

Or do I?

Jan 18

If you want me to fuck off, you’ll have to say it to my face, Fireheart.

Otherwise, I’ll say back to you what you said to me:

If I choose to check on you, it’s my business, and my choice.

You don’t want me checking on you?

Make it private, or take it down.

Or, you could just do what you do best and keep running.
Now I’m just doing it because you’re giving me a challenge,
and challenges are a distraction, and entertainment.

If you’ve got some sort of emotional or mental reason for wanting me to fuck off, though, aside from, “it’s for the best” or some skewed sense of duty, I’ll stop.
For old time’s sake.

Otherwise, keep it up.

Cheers.