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11:22 / “show yourself kindness,” said something to nothing, “and the sad, sad little heart inside you, will mend gently.”

am i allowed to be this? to feel this way? my heart feels so unbelievably tender, heavy, relieved, lonely, messy. Messy. So, so untidy my mind has become. I am entirely the mess I so desperately wish and will people not to see. I so badly want to scoop up the pieces in my hands, …


12:55 / but perhaps to the angels in the mossy outfield, you will soon find whatever words needed to speak your rainy truth

where does the wind go when it dies? does it go along side the lanterns of revolution and turn wide against the tide? are there many stars in the ocean, waiting? do they sing for the sunlight within in the purpling water? aren’t you listening? can’t you understand? or maybe you do, and still have …

Tell me, did you ever find that key of glass? The one deep in the belly of the sky river-whale? The one you went looking for, so long ago?

Did it know you when you came looking? Did it see you coming with your bright eyes and good intentions? Did it matter? You went away for so long, searching for a great lake of tepid lily water, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe the mighty stone inside her might melt away. Could she …

12:46 / angriest when ripe: overflowing with a watery agitation, are you also throat-high in a deepening sense of something that glimmers under the surface?

do other people really feel like this? at times? always? I’m not this person. I don’t think I’m writing, always about myself. Finding myself, losing myself, trying desperately to feel anything other than anger and numbness and deeply disappointed? Are you also tremendously uncomfortable all the time? is there a constant supply of perpetual skies …

1:20 / do the mental melodies ever cease, gently placed on the ravine bed of consciousness

I stand in solidarity with the little girl inside of me. I stand with my shadow. I rise with the circularity, I bleed silver within the grassy outlines that etch my pupils in tall grass and melancholy. Have you ever read the same story, over and over, in hopes that a shift in an incandescent …

11:51 / are you listening to the tricoloured voices as you meander through the spiral dance?

Was there ever a time when you felt unafraid? Unaffected, perhaps? Was there ever a moment when you seemed to yourself, boisterous and blistering with an prattling echo that bounced swiftly through every person you’ve encountered? Pontificate me, sweet Mother. I hear you calling. I know your voice. I ride, gently, poised on the hedge …

10:24 / someone else’s voice in my mind and another’s panic, deeply woven through the cavity in my chest

the quiet disregard, the words from another, a light that speaks lavender truth and honeysuckle cream. What could you want in the sleepy rain that wouldn’t find you in a the warm morning dew. underneath that September lemon tree, there’s a litter of kits that tuck away in the flooding season, promised another day. could …

4:53 / sometimes there’s nothing I can do except become the moon: memoirs of an insomniac

I ponder, I ponder Oh, you wild and lonely thing. with a hope to feel infinity again, do you bleed silver pieces of tiny paper? Are you the moon? For I am ripening thistle. Wherever you may roam within your wanderings, be it not a tepid little pond, handsomely sitting along a narrow and neatly …


1. Something came up out of the dark. It wasn’t anything I had ever seen before. It wasn’t an animal or a flower, unless it was both. Something came …Sometimes


how can I be homesick for a place I’ve not set foot upon like a youngster I sit & daydream of foreign lands and open seas convincing myself I’d been …premonition

Cost of Innocence

the roots sip water,the roots sip wine,the roots sip spit, broth, and brine,and where we are buriedthey rummage our clothes,sipping bullet, and blood…Cost of Innocence

Consciously Happy

Life can be sorrowful. Intolerable. When your thoughts are far below. Understanding yourself is a hard task. When you don’t like the answers to the …Consciously Happy

A Fine Day Out

A breath of air A scent of sea And evergreen And you and me Together On a nature hike I like Our anniversaryA Fine Day Out

You’ll never understand me

𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘰𝘧 …You’ll never understand me