Saturn holds a slowly graining hourglass in his hand and continuously grades your efforts; disinterested in awarding extra credit or allowing nebulous excuses. He wants your name engraved in the finest and is waiting for you to pour the depths of your heart out in return for the glowing, incandescant Saturn ring he has waiting for you
when i write these, i can feel bursts and the presence of energy… when I write about Uranus theres an electric feeling, a buzzing in my skin, a breath of fresh air that I can breathe and feel infiltrate me… Saturn sits beside me like a shadow, the drone is loud, constant I constantly erase my sentences…but its like the safest feeling… Pluto is like the hum of nuclear power, an almost toxic smell, a heaviness like water pressure above… i dont know… i really love astrology…