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Show & Tell
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Cosimo Galluzzi
occasionally subtle
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@mindwine
ive gained thousands of memories
learned hundreds of lessons
it’s been dozens of months
and I’m no more found than the day I was born
Still behind a thick veil of stubborn commitment to daydreams and infinite warmth.
You are who you are.
HIPHIP
HURRRRAYYY
reflections by malt liquor.
My life,
frequented by self imposed exiles, awareness tucked into my back right pocket, unpaved road created by bad decision after bad decision, a commitment to the ill-advised. A relationship is give and take. Thought not given, but risk taken. Heart let loose, mind like a mule, soul in flux. Eyes obstructed by smoke, voice drowned out by small talk and white noise. Ears tired of listening, burnt fingertips. Unclaimed, yet a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Patience is a virtue, and if virtue were a dartboard, and if good deeds were darts, we’d all just be blindfolded tossing them wherever we guess that bulls-eye is. Poor me. Taking a shot in the dark. Tossing until my arm hurts. No. Tossing until my arm falls off.
quseeqk
I love you from the not said to the nonsense, knots line my esophagus, I’m not trying to tell you what the problem is, there is none, instead trying to explain how the love turns into pain with the provided stretch of living,
had the knife inside you so long you search for it to make you whole
CLIENTELE
this year i done slept on family’s couches strangers beds friends floors I’ve starved and lived off food for thought I was lied to by my self and corrected by my self my self is sufficient my self is alive. this year I died for the second time in my life. i learned how to breathe afterwards. I learned that not all reflexes are meant to be permanent. permanence is a hope. temporary is reality.
I suppose I thought you’d mourn me someway, somehow, some day in a way that encapsulated our dance - bow on the finality that I deemed impossible. maybe I trust because of ego, maybe I believe in words that make me believe in people. wearing down every ear within earshot with my lack of understanding - my confusion in your silence, my hope in your hands, my hand on my heart, your feet in the wind, our everything in question. but ours implies it belong to us, and wasn’t given to us to enjoy briefly. The first time I saw you, I kept wishing I knew you. Then I knew you and fueled with faith, I ignored the truth. I knew you wish you knew you too. The last time I saw you, I wept wishing I knew you. I’ve felt a thousand deaths, and we all mourn how we know - we mourn what we knew, we miss what we awaited. Triggers like echoes in the tunnel of a million moments. Comfort in having had them, exhaustion in reliving them. Accepting them and the tides each day brings. Trying to control the control the confusion like climbing a mountain I can’t get a limb on. The rest are just lamps under the sun.
Cartagena, Colombia
could we transcend
no belief in the was or the hereafter
I need this as much as I believe I do
I needed you as much as you wouldn’t believe
consequences of a miracle commonplace
I couldn’t picture your eyes without imagining the flicker of the sunlight reflecting off of the waves,
the truth is they’re beautiful together but they never really do meet
a hologram of a dance that we lie to ourselves about
As above so below, what will come will also go.
Rebirth cares for no plans, feelings nor any other idea. Rebirth is a soldier of destiny.
I won’t move another finger if I don’t deem it necessary.
Exhausted.
See the bigger picture
Play the scapegoat
Shit ain’t worth it.
Exhausted.
I won’t move another finger.
You can’t save me from myself
Heaven is uninterrupted love
the poise of stillness disguised as flowing chaos
the poise of fluid chaos disguised as stillness
peace
this is in no way to try to make another way of losing someone seem less painful. this is about those who people assume are doing fine despite someone they loved passing because they were aware of what could occur. what would likely occur. the forgotten ups and downs. the unseen torture that is watching illness and time slowly work together consume hope. you can not prepare for those ups and downs. you can not prepare for all of those days in between. to feel as though wrapping your mind around it is to accept it and to accept it is to give up. to wanting it to end, except knowing how it will likely end, so you hand over your heart and sanity to miracles. you do not only watch someone pass in their death bed. you watch them pass for the days, months, years, even decades after you found out something was wrong. you watch freedom stripped from them. you watch their life become almost completely about the small possibility of seeing tomorrow. hobbies and pastimes a rarity. you question what life really is. it becomes exhaustingly clear that existing and are not one in the same. you see the light of life come too close to the tree and bleed it of any semblance of water until it becomes ashes. it will always be shocking when they’re not here anymore. no I wasn’t fucking ready. at all. there’s no way to be ready for that.
