Omg! I’m so happy I found this again. I read it on a plane-hit the heart. Hit restack. Then lost my wi fi signal!! nooooooo! Soooo many thought about what you said. I love sleep like it’s my secret antidote to coping with life. Naps are my brand. Death is something I’m deeply intrigued by and have contemplated for many years. Your story disappeared. I have been so frustrated. This story and your take and title are nothing short of brilliant. I wanted to say so much more than just to leave you a heart. I want this story in my page so I can re-read it. I want to read it to others. I’ve been frantic to find it. It had not posted to my page, and being new here I wasn’t sure where to look. I’m doing searches like a love-sick ex girlfriend trying to find out who you’re dating. It’s not even 6:30 am and it’s the first thing I thought of when I grabbed my phone before getting out of bed. That’s how much I loved what you wrote. I’ll come back. I want your words to run around in my head and ruminate on them before I say more. It’s not really about what I have to say. This piece is the type of content my soul yearns for. Until we meet again.. 🙏🏼
Wait…did you just compare my post to a lost lover you were frantically searching for at 6:30 am, half-awake, phone in hand, still sacredly unshowered?
Okay wow… I officially feel more powerful than caffeine. 😌☕️
And that plane WiFi betrayal? Almost poetic.
Sometimes the universe doesn’t want us to bookmark..it wants us to ache a little.
To search.
Clearly you felt that piece not just like a reader scrolling, but like someone whose soul leaned in.
Also… naps are your brand? Death is your long-term muse?
You’ve got that mystical traveler energy, the kind that collects feelings, not fridge magnets.
And honestly I love that.
I can tell you’re sensitive in the best way one of those rare ones who actually contemplates death, not just avoids it with distractions. That’s not morbid that’s sacred. That’s seeker energy.
Respect.
Your comment wasn’t feedback it was a love letter dressed like a review.
I’m flattered, curious, and slightly blushing..though I’ll blame the moonlight (or maybe the glow from your words).
Sleep is a secret love affair.
And death… she’s that mysterious stranger we’re all weirdly drawn to, hoping she delays the kiss but never forgets us.
You said, “This piece is the type of content my soul yearns for.”
I just quietly tattooed that to my ego’s wrist. Thank you.
Stay close.
I’ll keep throwing sleep-death love notes into the void and maybe, just maybe, they’ll keep crash-landing into your page before your first sip of coffee.
P.S. If you ever want someone to read you bedtime philosophies about sleep, death, and other delicious voids… I know a guy.
I’m smiling like a Cheshire Cat that has found the cat nip… I’ll be waiting… gotta jump on this next flight to head deeper into southern Thailand where hopefully I’ll be able to sit still long enough to relish your words longer than my current layovers between flights allow.
even your layovers have more charm than most people’s whole lives.
Safe travels, Cheshire Queen. Let southern Thailand seduce you… and when you finally pause, I hope my words wrap around your heart like tropical humidity…warm, sticky, and impossible to shake.
Omg! I’m so happy I found this again. I read it on a plane-hit the heart. Hit restack. Then lost my wi fi signal!! nooooooo! Soooo many thought about what you said. I love sleep like it’s my secret antidote to coping with life. Naps are my brand. Death is something I’m deeply intrigued by and have contemplated for many years. Your story disappeared. I have been so frustrated. This story and your take and title are nothing short of brilliant. I wanted to say so much more than just to leave you a heart. I want this story in my page so I can re-read it. I want to read it to others. I’ve been frantic to find it. It had not posted to my page, and being new here I wasn’t sure where to look. I’m doing searches like a love-sick ex girlfriend trying to find out who you’re dating. It’s not even 6:30 am and it’s the first thing I thought of when I grabbed my phone before getting out of bed. That’s how much I loved what you wrote. I’ll come back. I want your words to run around in my head and ruminate on them before I say more. It’s not really about what I have to say. This piece is the type of content my soul yearns for. Until we meet again.. 🙏🏼
Wait…did you just compare my post to a lost lover you were frantically searching for at 6:30 am, half-awake, phone in hand, still sacredly unshowered?
Okay wow… I officially feel more powerful than caffeine. 😌☕️
And that plane WiFi betrayal? Almost poetic.
Sometimes the universe doesn’t want us to bookmark..it wants us to ache a little.
To search.
Clearly you felt that piece not just like a reader scrolling, but like someone whose soul leaned in.
Also… naps are your brand? Death is your long-term muse?
You’ve got that mystical traveler energy, the kind that collects feelings, not fridge magnets.
And honestly I love that.
I can tell you’re sensitive in the best way one of those rare ones who actually contemplates death, not just avoids it with distractions. That’s not morbid that’s sacred. That’s seeker energy.
Respect.
Your comment wasn’t feedback it was a love letter dressed like a review.
I’m flattered, curious, and slightly blushing..though I’ll blame the moonlight (or maybe the glow from your words).
Sleep is a secret love affair.
And death… she’s that mysterious stranger we’re all weirdly drawn to, hoping she delays the kiss but never forgets us.
You said, “This piece is the type of content my soul yearns for.”
I just quietly tattooed that to my ego’s wrist. Thank you.
Stay close.
I’ll keep throwing sleep-death love notes into the void and maybe, just maybe, they’ll keep crash-landing into your page before your first sip of coffee.
P.S. If you ever want someone to read you bedtime philosophies about sleep, death, and other delicious voids… I know a guy.
Flirting? No no… I just speak in tongues. Sometimes it sounds like poetry, sometimes like devotion, and sometimes apparently…like flirting.
Fly, wildcat, fly
Through temples and tuk-tuks,
Jungle whispers and coconut skies.
I’ll be here, brewing soul-syrup,
Waiting for you to land long enough
To sip it slow.
May Thailand tease your spirit
Just enough to make you miss
The taste of what waits in words.
I’m smiling like a Cheshire Cat that has found the cat nip… I’ll be waiting… gotta jump on this next flight to head deeper into southern Thailand where hopefully I’ll be able to sit still long enough to relish your words longer than my current layovers between flights allow.
even your layovers have more charm than most people’s whole lives.
Safe travels, Cheshire Queen. Let southern Thailand seduce you… and when you finally pause, I hope my words wrap around your heart like tropical humidity…warm, sticky, and impossible to shake.
I only flirt with the divine.But sometimes the divine replies through curious subscribers…
Are you flirting with me?