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rust
mark, it’ll be left behind
routine clenched onto itself
standing in front of a clock
palms locked behind the back
afraid to let go
rooting for something unattainable
a thing has life, until you perceive it and it becomes lifeless
थकान
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.
‘postman and it’s pet eagle went back home.’
sky
at the end of the day, imaginary friends would stay and i’d wave them goodbye
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.
maternal energy
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
blue
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.
amen
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.
Lorenzo Zurzolo
this italian has already broken my heart.
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Fucking Young Magazine
Rivista Magazine
Fanzine 137 Magazine