In Darkness I sit
Where only moonlight is found
On the walls now bare
A longing for some incense
To fill the space one last time
A tanka I wrote this morning. Feel free to renga it if you want. Talk of vibe and more under the cut
I guess I've kept this close to my chest for the last few weeks but I am going through a rough break up. So rough that I need to move out kind of break up. I don't quite feel comfortable enough talking about the details just yet, but know most of my life has been packed away into boxes, the room where I have lived is now mostly empty save for furniture and the walls that I once hung art from echo with my voice.
The tanka speaks of this emptiness, this transience that comes with moving, this mutability. I lean on wanting incense not only under a spiritual religious desire [I am a Shinto Buddhist after all] but also because it does speak to the ephemeral nature that comes with speaking about it in tanka.
Reader, I will be okay, I promise, but I do need to write because it is how I cope with these gnawing feelings of loss and pain.
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