reflecting on various topics
this morning in a tweet: when you’re so hungry that the sweet coating of your advil feels like a major food group at from yesterday: at keeping watch I see a bird on the top of our neighbor’s chimney a perfect silhouette against the sky I wonder if it can see the ocean, and what …
I’ve been trying to find words that explain how I feel and the thing is that I’m just screaming inside. it isn’t polite, it isn’t mature, it isn’t compartmentalizable it’s not even carnal it’s like my soul is on fire, like I’m twisted and being tortured like my heart is shattered into pieces so small …
(photo: backyard little flowers earlier this week) I see green leaf, white edge, pointy spikes, trying to catch the rain drops I hear thud thud drop I smell nothing. hence the cold my tongue wants real food my brain wants to fly I feel the keys under my fingers and this old chair and my …
