Nixyra - Nyx Posting

The way spiritual fuccbois are here for a good time not a long time and yessir I will have your ✨presence✨ for 5 star-crossed days and no more

Still halfway to nowhere, still nothing today

Wild that we can play out alter egos on the internet and still be *authentic*

Let Myrtle stay a myth

Where did I learn to mourn?

They've sworn it is the thing to do

That grief is growth

That innocence piously lost

Is the right romantic rite

Of passage to the mountain of mature .

I wonder if I never learnt to weep

With wistfulness - an unreal word

That makes mockery of me -

Worn as a worshipped curse,

Duped of its demonic reality .

I wonder if I'm possessed

By pain,

Or is this just mental blame game

Because I find myself

mourning after mourning

It has a crippling clench. Even

Clarity, though plain to see,

is barred from reach

By clouds or ghosts .

I wish — no I shouldn't —

that is the language of mourning.

Let it go

Let me go.

Now that you know the worst in me. What will you do ? Do you trust me to fight for what's right?

Same

Not That.

Sad may be spectacular,

Sad may be soft,

And easy to embrace.

Sad may be sympathetic,

Sad may be funny

Found amidst dry laughs—

Sad may even be romantic.

Oh, Silence (that is golden).

Sad may be incredible

Sinuous streams (sobs)

and slow songs,

Sad may well be soulful,

But do not tell me

That sad is beautiful.

Raxeira, raxeira between you and me,

my boundaries are whispers

of a blessing gaia herself adorns

Shall we meet our palms, eyes, lips, hearts at the face

Of this realm ?

My hypothesis is that in like 10 years gen z is gonna have a big cult boom the way the boomers did in the 70s

How can I learn about indigenous practices/histories around the land I live on?