LJ Idol: Letter to Xeena
Dec. 13th, 2025 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drippedonpaperDear Xeena,
Ah ecco!
2025 has been my Idol Banner Year
Not just from my placement
But from the oxytocin loop
Our messages have become.
I hope this is mutual
And not a happiness pump
Depriving you of precious time
Or emotional energy.
Invisible messages
Beamed through the air
Connect the unlikely.
You are my junior by a decade.
Spraying my inbox in sunshine.
(And that is no figure of speech.)
As we wished each other:
"Toi, toi, toi!"
for each poll.
Your thoughts drive out
The nails of my depression
Which drop to the ground,
Forgotten.
When I am at 6s and 7s,
You messages
Give me hope.
You give me new thoughts and materials
to construct
The infrastructure of
My mind,
To bat around
And edit
'til I find some coherence
In the footsteps of my past.
Proximity
Doesn't always equal connection.
Our hearts are the metronome
As we write
Symphonies of the alphabet
Giving shape to worlds only we see.
You glimpse more of my soul than most
Though they hear my voice,
See my face.
You are no intrigant Edgelord,
Setting an ambuscade
For the Tiger team
Of my creativity.
If it's any consolation
I believe it was
the high quality of your writing
That led to your exit
From this season.
Should our physical paths
Ever cross
I like to imagine
We could get along,
Share
And rest,
Even if there was only one bed.
So when this season ends
May the happy detritus of the wheelhouse
Be a friendship that endures,
An antidote
That reimagines
The travels of our future
Even if it's only thoughts
Crossing oceans
Through a cloud.
Your Friend,
DrippedOnPaper
Ah ecco!
2025 has been my Idol Banner Year
Not just from my placement
But from the oxytocin loop
Our messages have become.
I hope this is mutual
And not a happiness pump
Depriving you of precious time
Or emotional energy.
Invisible messages
Beamed through the air
Connect the unlikely.
You are my junior by a decade.
Spraying my inbox in sunshine.
(And that is no figure of speech.)
As we wished each other:
"Toi, toi, toi!"
for each poll.
Your thoughts drive out
The nails of my depression
Which drop to the ground,
Forgotten.
When I am at 6s and 7s,
You messages
Give me hope.
You give me new thoughts and materials
to construct
The infrastructure of
My mind,
To bat around
And edit
'til I find some coherence
In the footsteps of my past.
Proximity
Doesn't always equal connection.
Our hearts are the metronome
As we write
Symphonies of the alphabet
Giving shape to worlds only we see.
You glimpse more of my soul than most
Though they hear my voice,
See my face.
You are no intrigant Edgelord,
Setting an ambuscade
For the Tiger team
Of my creativity.
If it's any consolation
I believe it was
the high quality of your writing
That led to your exit
From this season.
Should our physical paths
Ever cross
I like to imagine
We could get along,
Share
And rest,
Even if there was only one bed.
So when this season ends
May the happy detritus of the wheelhouse
Be a friendship that endures,
An antidote
That reimagines
The travels of our future
Even if it's only thoughts
Crossing oceans
Through a cloud.
Your Friend,
DrippedOnPaper
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Date: 2025-12-18 12:42 am (UTC)This was so clever how you included the prompts from the different weeks! The poem itself is so lovely too. And thank you so much for your kind words about my writing. I am so happy we have become friends! 🫂💜
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Date: 2025-12-18 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-12-19 10:59 pm (UTC)Spraying my inbox in sunshine.
It's so true!
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Date: 2025-12-23 06:24 pm (UTC)And I love that you and Xeena have become such good friends. You're both amazing people.