this is probably not the end every day is a perfect day for laundry (with friends) there is a stone in your pocket and it will be there for you when you need it don’t forget anyone in the dark you move through others the same way they move through…
I am a shell, move through me salty, lukewarm, sort of slimy (something sweet that is also slightly disgusting, like an old peppermint candy that has melted into the paper) the whale is drawn to deficiency, means: will choose the bed that doesn’t have a pillow, the lover that doesn’t…
Pendulum is swaying freely in circles circles circles and horisontal lines reaching the edges of the periphery feeling the depths of i t a l l and nothing what is the in between space? Pendulum pass through center and is held by someone. by something moved by; the…
Liquidity strives for stability. Liquidity winds up being everywhere. This is his nature. Liquidity is at every place at once. But when Liquidity finds his home. His biography will begin. Or, end. Liquidity is frightened by his own form. Liquidity is a God. Liquidity wears other peoples faces. Liquidity is…
in an inhale and an exhale slipping through and in-between new veins old words never spoken aloud in a breath we inhale the skin once touched forgotten remembered the flesh the spirit the negative space we move between like gamma rays piercing through till consumed by fire in an echo…
Chaos or control Longing or loosing Heart and soul Confusing or choosing Flatness or madness Selections or rejections Tears of laughter and sadness Being pulled in multiple directions Breathing breathing Releasing and believing That we contain multitudes All our moods and inner interludes That parts of us are finite…
I was scared at first. I even was dishonest. The first time, on Friday, I chose earth. I know it was not authentic, but I tricked myself. I am definitely not earth. Perhaps I wanted to fit in. Trying to be ecological. Trying to live up to a false picture…
She was born afraid of everything and everyone, but very curious. She felt that experiences lead to paths where words begin to become inexplicable. The senses become senses and begin speak louder, with the falling of the leaves. The trees, like the earth in life, show the secret the stone…
. . . Some say the eyes are windows to the soul and some they knock with stones . Once there were shattered glass in my eyes now I walk on those shards trying to not make a sound pretending the woollen floor is a river of drops since I…
A body of water Salt water Soak in it To be renewed with fresh skin Plasma ?