The Place With Purple Doors
Set the Rest on Fire
I think when I leave I’ll set this place on fire
Until it only exists in history Like the ashes of my life here
Do you want to hear a story?
I spent too much time and money here I want it back (with interest)
These walls never felt like home, Even my paintings said so
I won’t apologize for watching it burn Consider it refunded revenge
I’ll be rearranging My bottled lightning Until I’m free to move on.
…But the new one?
I knew I was in the right place When I walked through the purple doors;
The insides provide refuge to lost souls, Even the autopsy report said so.
Red or Blue Door?
Hint: The answer is purple.
Relocation, my old friend (To the tune of Hello, Darkness)
I’ll be seeing you in November — I’ll be seeing darkness too
Until then, I’ll be Running through October’s rain, Chasing tears from heaven
Do you remember, remember? The deafening final fireworks, The bullet-proof ideas behind masks?
We were celebrating Yesterday, Leaving Tomorrow behind
The ending never happens We’re leaving ashes
Do you have the Time?
I ask myself again,
“What kind of energy do I leave behind?” I hope it’s fiery…
I’ve been focused on the new beginning. What about the ending?
“Remember, Remember…” — V For Vendetta
Want to hear another story?
My cat inspired this by pushing an old candle off my coffee table.
The ashes from my palo santo and joints are now permanent residents of the carpet in my temporary home.
As I vacuumed, I thought about “the ashes of my life here,” and now it’s turned into more writing about November.
I want to leave more than ashes behind when I go.
Moving On…
Apartments are full of energy, and the one I’m moving into in a few weeks has the most welcoming character.
Purple doors?! A fourteen-month lease? A view of giant oak trees instead of the loudest highway in Texas?
Where do I sign?
The energy in my current apartment is getting dark. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve cursed the management or if it was cursed from the beginning, but I’m starting to feel unwelcome.
This morning, I woke up to the audible words,
“Hurry Up!” directly behind me in an aggressive, raspy woman’s voice.
Just thinking about it is giving me chills.
I was definitely somewhere between a dream state and waking, but it jolted me awake as if this disembodied voice was speaking into my ear while I was sleeping.
There was no one here but my pets and me, it was completely quiet other than the white noise of I-35 outside. I have no explanation for this, but if you have ideas about what it means, please let me know…
Perhaps my Shadow is letting me know it’s time to hustle.
To all my fellow Scorpios, Happy Birthday! ♏️🖤
It’s our season! Can you feel the shift in energy?
Do you tend to experience endings and beginnings around this time?
When I shared Dear November, I was fascinated to learn that other people (born in November specifically) have experienced similar phases of self-discovery during this season.
It’s also nice to know I’m not the only one who appreciates a change of scenery! My goal for next year is to “just buy a cake,” rather than planning another move, but I trust that what’s meant to be will be.
I wish you all the best in your November endeavors! It’s a great time to reflect on and celebrate life before the looming Winter.
Let’s try to remember that sometimes closed doors lead to purple ones.
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