cut your hand through my chest and fish
for my heart, clasp it
with both hands
if you can~
nameless, formless
feet kissing earth
tempest, eternal~
Lunar Ocean~
cut your hand through my chest and fish
for my heart, clasp it
with both hands
if you can~
nameless, formless
feet kissing earth
tempest, eternal~
i find myself enflamed with tongues of riddles, filled with words of the wild, wild heart.
10/5/13
10/5/13
you dissuade me to not, yes, persuade me to do so,
so i go thoroughly through your detailed take on vision, and you know i tried to look closely~ yet i'm convinced i might've over-thought this.
thinking, is that a bad thing?
10/5/13
so i go thoroughly through your detailed take on vision, and you know i tried to look closely~ yet i'm convinced i might've over-thought this.
thinking, is that a bad thing?
10/5/13
i always look for your face
in an ocean of an unfamiliar crowd.
10/5/13
in an ocean of an unfamiliar crowd.
10/5/13
in the ceremony of sky cleansing,
i have been the sacrifice
bare skinned
10/5/13
i have been the sacrifice
bare skinned
10/5/13
And so,
I woke from such a steep, wallowing slumber, head scattered like bones ashened, blessed over unknown oceans, so beat up and tattered like tasty ego food to the fish. I peek into my soul and found a collection of seconds I’ve reverently wished to come back, reverently, desperately, but the ones I can only read are my own letters to my old self. I’ve been to worlds, my loves, made to live differing lives, I’m afraid, am I still whole?
Again.
this place only feels like a dream,
i don't wait to wake up
i don't sleep again to wake up
how can an hour feel like a month.
21/6/12
i don't wait to wake up
i don't sleep again to wake up
how can an hour feel like a month.
21/6/12
u hear not the shrills of the wind under covers of beds on floors during the stillness of the night. the silence can be told but it's a calm whence storms are announced, in hushed voices produced by leaves upon leaves. i shrill to think i still need to swallow more months after this fateful day, thinking of a future that used to only seem like a mirage of sorts, real for others, but only a distant cloud, for me. we break our backs looking to mark mountains with our names, and now that the marking may be done, will i dare to back down? i need to stay.
21/6/12
21/6/12
fight for stoic rings with written sands upon soft palms, even with sleepy sulking eyes, even with weary sleeves over souls, even when even not, oh make me, forbearance.
21/6/12
21/6/12
contemplating on a possibility of an art form that is never finished.
17/6/12
17/6/12
someone not save me
instead tell me to continue on.
15/6/12
instead tell me to continue on.
15/6/12
i don't know where i got these wings
feathered feet, feathered heart
escape to the leaves
escape to the leaves.
15/6/12
feathered feet, feathered heart
escape to the leaves
escape to the leaves.
15/6/12
im actually asking myself why i think i shouldn't stop and why i need to still do this. the same faces keep popping into my head and i crunch my heart into a single crumple and swallow whatever world-forsaken disillusionment i have and persuade myself another million times to move into another step, for them. my hermes feet badly want to escape, badly, like i'll die if i won't, i tell you they do, but the weight of another sun burns reason into my brain that i dissuade my escapist impulses, to only motion forward, forward. i can't breathe, but more steps toward this path have to be taken, and should be taken. so here i am, still.
15/6/12
15/6/12
i went out with a pad to pen stars, to stare at my cold feet.
15/6/12
15/6/12
i feel like crying and i only have this melon to appease me.
15/6/12
15/6/12
"i can't breathe" seems to be one of my favorite lines this week.
i can't breathe.
15/6/12
i can't breathe.
15/6/12
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