My situation is still unresolved,  but I'm able to use my phone because a friend from Jacksonville reached out and paid to have it reconnected.

The laptop I bought in Old Hickory was some weird Cloud-based model and since I had to drop Microsoft's service,  I can't let it connect to WiFi without losing access to my files, or something like that. 

Chapter 48 of Book II is what I am working on.

My enjoyment of guitar continues to climb, and I'm forever grateful to you for that, Midnight.

Just thought that I ought to keep you up to date.

Love,

K

Not much of an update, but I may still have a roof over my head for Thanksgiving.  How much longer after that, I can't say.

[Homelessness?]

I may be homeless, but how soon remains to be seen.
My access to the web is now in question, so I may only be reachable via e-mail, Facebook, and a new MeWe account: KyrinnSEis07.59.

My phone is not longer able to send or receive, and it looks as though Google Voice is either sunset, or I can't get it to work.

Hoping to survive winter, perhaps rejoin the human race, but if you folks don't hear from me again, it has been a nice time with you all, and wonderful with some of you.

Midnight, know that I love you.

I'll do what I can to update.

Babe,

I remember very clearly that you recommended I not seek to become involved with Labels and so forth; I also remember you asking if I intended to be a touring act.  I -- well, I still remember all of our talks, in video detail, and would still love to learn songwriting with you.
Now, you never promised to teach me Salutations, your smile sweet-sad, your head declined, but I still am slain each time I hear those last few notes low on the neck.

12 string.

Here is a video describing the contemporary problem with Labels.

I love you,
K

Rain and wind and leaves about
a melancholy feeling
when I think of you, my love
these things pale, and you
warm my heart

Not too deep, just a touch
a memory in linger
I can't give up

You 

This period has given me a greater opportunity to write.
Book II is so very full of characters and details, that I am finding it a challenge to keep all of my notes up to date; so much so that I may try my copy of Scrivener, again, as it is built for this very task.

You are always on my mind, love.

When, in the rain of hushed words like leaves
Swirls through my ears
It is not the cold which I feel for thee
But rather, the love shared
When on my feet to market go I
and my heart beats
It is not weariness which I feel
but, indeed, memories sweet
Upon return, up stairs retire
I think of nights unfulfilled
and passion's fire
You.  Justly and true.
You, My Lovely Moon
You. 

Come and See

Stars Most Sinister
Novelette of the GREEN RUINS & SHALLOW BLUES series out NOW on my Patreon.

Midnight, my Love,
Sorry I have been away.

When I added the Spotify app, I hoped that it wouldn't upset, but that you would see that although apart, I only want you to know my love for you extends even to the material realm, not just to our shared space of the heart.

Darling, I love you,
K

I have been mulling how best to express my beliefs apart from clunky mis-matched tidbits of different religions and traditions, and this statement is currently my best efforts:

In this belief system, creation exists within a Cosmic Box—a sacred space within the mind of a supreme, ineffable God. This God is both dreadfully powerful and compassionate.

...it is a work in progress. 11.7.'24:4:13pm

Does this help, my Love?

A strange warm spell has descended upon Boston.

Oh what a day, and night...
Now, I'm listening to your music and lovely voice.

Lovely moon.

 

Not A Deathnote

I was fortunate enough to have found an extension to my living in my apartment as I search for work, because MA. laws side with renters to remain sheltered rather than turned out onto the streets.

My search for work has been hampered by computer and internet issues, and this may be among the few posts which I am able to post (duration unknown).

In preparation for my possible homelessness, I have made contact with Rosie's Place shelter and hope to avoid homelessness entirely.

In that light, here is a piece from earlier.

A paying job would be great.

Love to you, Midnight.
🖤K

A fine and lovely playlist if ever there was one
🖤K