The summer I lived with Holly my stomach was a swirling mess. When the doctor asked me what was wrong I told her the moths had eaten through the lining. She wasn’t pleased.
Two years later sitting in my apartment in Bed-Stuy a moth beat it’s wings against a flickering light bulb until I asked out loud, “What’s your message?” Three days later I got my answer. They came to be messengers and I’ve followed them down that path year after year, over and over.
Yesterday I sat on my bed wondering, waiting. I knew I’d get an answer if I just sat still. A huge white moth hit me on my third eye and flew away. I knew I’d be receiving the call soon.
1.) Confession - I can’t stop late night eating
2.) Oracle - Moths
3.) Body - Finding out triggers
4.) Sacrifice - I forgot to
5.) Relinquish - Doubt
6.) Inspiration - William S. Burroughs, documentaries
7.) Structure - Did I have any structure?
I just really like this song.