sol

don't duck with me

[kafkaonthestore]

7

WED - IGA (Part 3)

(See you around the corner)

You’d like to say.

To whom?

Maybe autumn.

[kafkaonthestore]

6

WED - IGA (Part 2)

Why pretending

throwing star-shaped blades

into the past.

You didn’t time travel;

you stalled.

[kafkaonthestore]

5

WED - IGA (Part 1)

Ninjas could tell the time by looking at a cat’s pupil.

You’re no ninja. Nor a poet.

Sitting in a memorial doesn’t make you one.

[kafkaonthestore]

4

TUE - TOKYO (Part 2)

You thought it was a movie

you were in.

But it was

diorama.

You were but one

tiny, lifeless figurine.

[kafkaonthestore]

3

TUE - TOKYO (Part 1)

Ame wa sugoi nee.

(Yes)

was all you could ever say.

[kafkaonthestore]

2

MON - NAGOYA (Part 2)

What you saw

was not what

was there.

But your falsely believed

point in time

(and space?)

found you found yourself

nail digging clay patterns

[doublethink]

[natalyalobanova]

Fourth Year Feelings, Or: How I Couldn’t Stop Worrying About My Employment Prospects (2014)

[natalyalobanova]

[kafkaonthestore]

1

MON - NAGOYA (Part 1)

When you failed to believe

the wish of the wishes of a thousand cranes

in vibrant colors.

[kafkaonthestore]

0This was when I decided that being lost would be my home.

この道や / 行く人なしに / 秋のくれ -松尾芭蕉

Along this road / Goes no one, / This autumn eve. -Matsuo Basho

[kafkaonthestore]

i saw/was a man who came into colors when all i was/saw is colorless miss black miss white on either sides miss white was the one but blending and out in mister gray but this was me in a green car the shadows were magenta to the right and blue to the left was i colorless too

[kafkaonthestore]

while in a train

the sun misses you, said the man next to me, in every turn it always finds its way to get to you. i hid my face behind the curtain, it's too bright.

[kafkaonthestore]

but your maybe will never going to be

[kafkaonthestore]

I think we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts, to keep ourselves to ourselves.

Harold Pinter

[kafkaonthestore]

if it's funnyー

if you need something to hold on to maybe you shouldn't rely on man-made works. it's funny you know precisely how it's made out of some code languages you don't understand and bits tiny little bits of your favorite colors and add the colors you hate taking shape what's so real about this life? go bang your head to the wall. now does the pain not feel real to you? it's funny you know exactly what you know some random curiously bright middle school girl or some lonely unemployed middle-aged woman sending codes in a language you do understand taking turns you're disoriented if that's even a word how come i can feel the spinning earth? you're facing down. if you need something to hold on to maybe get a hand a warm, real human hand maybe your right hand can find your left or the other way around isn't that the reason why there are two of them? a pair of hands. a pair. maybe you should stop talking. to me. to you. maybe rather than trying to find something to hold on to from without try within if you don't trust yourself that much, how can they? it's funny you know for sure the sky is clear no trace of shadow over the moonlight but what of the sweats and beatings of the heart was a good run, you said, haven't had that in a while when you dream a dream a hand is a stone a cold solid small stone such tiny hand, you thought to yourself it's funny you know matter-of-factly a stone is a stone but the hand is cold what's the difference, you said out loud when you sigh, you sigh alone because it was always about you and nothing else when you pretend to cry or pretend not to cry it's almost without effort it's funny you know unmistakingly the truth your problems are but a single blow of tender dry air that can't even lift a drop of dust a storm with raging winds are always at bay you're always safe at home and for some reason you can't see beyond the window and you always say, maybe tomorrow. is it because you are a dust that you chose to be insignificant? or is it because you are insignificant that you became a dust? if you need something to hold on to maybe look closely aren't you cold? warm, warm aren't you the coldest? warm, warmer it's funny you know when you close your eyes to open them you can choose what to see even the back of your eyelids is an option.

[sleevesofgrass]

How are you feeling today?” “I’m not.

seven word story /// mypenleaksiridiscence (via thesocietyofpoets)

[kafkaonthestore]

“maybe”