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today’s colour is what my mind for some reason identified as sheltered grey. not sure what it means, not asking questions. acceptance is a key word today. tea in that tesco cup. this doesn’t make sense but it just occured to me that there is no reason for that to be a problem. see the patterns? they’re everywhere. i thought about not writing here anymore since i already do somewhere else but this form of ethereal abandonment keeps it consistently coherent.

is this a secret sign of realness

so i created this folder that i named "gathering". that's it. that's the story. i mean it could be, if only you knew how to read. then: if i focus on sound at the moment, i realise that every single element i hear is outside my field of view. this could be another story, but, you know how that goes. countless links drawn in the most neglectful way by a shaking hand that's hiding from the moonlight. or maybe that's me, as i write it i understand that it could be misleading, it's not me, but maybe that's the beauty of it. remember that time we counted the mirrors? yeah, i don't either. wasn't important. there are seven alternatives here, then another one, and then another one as well. and three additional spaces. yet it's all here, shining, because it's not important. not what i want to say and not what you want to hear. silence always as the most desirable, such unattainable ends. i often feel grateful.

(a summer of grasping deeply buried, long-forgotten truths)

answers are so obvious most of the time, why do we choose blindness so often. highly curated fossilized energy. longing for deeper truth, deliberately allowing shadows, rich and factual.

icons painted on wood

#it would be easier

awake. substance abuse is no joke, even when we count sugar packets.

clean ≠ sterile

familiar ≠ suffocating

she has her own unique way of referencing written reality and others' history, never really accurate but nonetheless impressive.

four total sides, three worlds contained within. ours, the larger one, is also empty. a sense of comfort and belonging that only an office can give off. look how we keep on moving. that crazy tiny black dot on white paper is now leaving its mark as it moves. we'll call it progress, and hopefully feel that pride again.

our main answer is that there is no answer. how can you forget that?

window > mirror

my mother looking through her on this day section on facebook: a nice breakfast, some flowers. do you remember that? it's so nice to have these reminders. of course i remember the time we spent together that day. i was a mess and you were making everything worse but happy because it was finally spring. i was about to do my first mri and didn't even know what to expect. i just wanted to cry. it was cold but other than that manageable. i absolutely loved the sounds. it was overall okay but all i got was a collection of beautiful images of my brain and a "it's nothing, maybe it will go away, take these meds". okay. then in the evening, a screening of experimental films, which of course had interesting soundtracks eerily similar to the sounds of the mri. missing signal blue screen but it's all connected.

last night at one point i was simply staring into distance, soft blurry blue and yellow lights, genuinely smiling inside despite totally agreeing with all the criticism around merely for the sake of an absolute truth: it all makes sense, and when it doesn’t, at least it does for someone. little creatures playing with their surroundings. all that cynicism, that bitterness, striving to achieve something or directly The Right Thing. never getting into any flow. there’s so much to do! said the girl who thought again about disappearing into nothing. i vow to stay forever true to everlasting change. last night i came home to finally blossomed hyacinths.

wind and sun and lots of things i don’t really remember

#literally packing up life #i'll miss that place like crazy

archived-exposures

meaning that I really should stop being terrified of existing

what do you think about while you're reading this question?

Four nights of listening to the same song before falling asleep, two days in sunny fog, one unexpected flower, seven more days to explore this city, three birds of the rooftop, countless words left unsaid

#and sometimes that's all there is left

all I really want is poetry and white hyacinths

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