should be enough to describe
my feelings – the feels – of this year.
But it can’t. It’s too great and beautiful
to limit it.
The passion of a fandom
can only compare to the thrill
of standing outside in the thunder and rain
as streaks of lightning split the sky.
No, it didn’t rain much this year.
Does it ever rain much?
A heart wrenching,
existence. But it’s all worth it.
The escape from a hot, dry world
into one that has you in love with
a fictional character.
I have never felt such a surge
of pride and sorrow and
joy and bliss and
grief and disbelief and
fury and relief and
My obsession grows, a thistle weed
pretty and attractive but impossible to
rid yourself of forever. It always
But it can make a beautiful bouquet
if cultivated properly; it gives life
to an empty room and complements
one already filled with people.
It’s become easier, as time goes on,
to share with others my thoughts,
as I often find fandoms
to be a point of common interest.