magritte’s student

jupiter

[bhaktid]

rust

[bhaktid]

mark, it’ll be left behind

[bhaktid]

routine clenched onto itself

standing in front of a clock

palms locked behind the back

afraid to let go

[bhaktid]

rooting for something unattainable

[bhaktid]

a thing has life, until you perceive it and it becomes lifeless

[bhaktid]

थकान

[bhaktid]

uni chair and desks

thought of them outside is pretty haunting, like they are looking for someone to sit on them or something.

urge never looked so still.

[bhaktid]

‘postman and it’s pet eagle went back home.’

sky

[bhaktid]

at the end of the day, imaginary friends would stay and i’d wave them goodbye

[bhaktid]

what if cells wouldn’t have divided into two cells,

which makes me wonder about subtraction

subtraction is weird though

it’s the only method that deducts

and not turning something into something new.

what if cells went back becoming an atom?

einstien occupied in something else before finding out relativity of time

me going downstairs to have dinner instead of writing this.

past present future

1 2 3

atom cell tissue

mother father child

present future

2 3

cell tissue

father child

you have to come from something,

before getting subtracted into something.

like opening a door, to a new door

a continuous loop

opening them,

until you find two cells struggling to be an atom.

[bhaktid]

maternal energy

[nature-n-horses-blog]

[bhaktid]

corners

ceiling

that space between fingers

and the sharp edge of a piece of glass

i cut my finger admiring it

blood couldn’t reach the corner of the room

so i admired the sharp edge a little bit more this time

[bhaktid]

blue

[qqmalfoy-deactivated20241125]

Look, how the sea is stretched out. Only something so vast could understand my hunger, but, you were never fond of the sea.

You declared, “maybe I died of drowning ” like every other indecisive answer when questioned about rebirth.

Curious, I circled my fingers around the bullet hole on your chest, near your heart.

It wasn't the right time for you to know how you died, yet.

[bhaktid]

amen

[bhaktid]

every color finds itself in black.

it’s when you dissolve into each self of yours,

you lose your identity

but, find an entirely new one.

[bhaktid]

Lorenzo Zurzolo

this italian has already broken my heart.

sources -

Fucking Young Magazine

Rivista Magazine

Fanzine 137 Magazine