Sarah.txt

(L)OVERTURE.

[ssssssssarah]

at a time like this

the privilage of craving the crave

is only for the brave

as a craven, when I heard someone 'made it'

made me elated

he finally craving

he overwhelmed, unsatisfied, he dreamed unpleasant dreams.

I want what he has.

I want to feel the urge, the discomfort of wanting

I want to get along with the cause, I need to fuck the cause

I want to be unsatisfied, not dissapointed, unsatisfied

The trouble-sleeping because of it

I want to feel the power, and to be powerless

I want to change, from giving to taking, from grieving to aching

From keeping — to be kept, you know the difference.

I want to spue my daily intake, I will be me

you will be you, craving, me.

I want what you have.

But question, for the craven, would we recognize the crave when we are finally craving?

[lostfunzones]

[ssssssssarah]

hi, give my song a listen

[ssssssssarah]

Like going to bed in love and wake up alone

[approvers]

[heavensghost]

the memory of a memory, Katie Maria

[consecuences]

[ssssssssarah]

[sacredwhores]

Chris Marker - The Owl’s Heritage (1989)

[yakubgodgave]

[ssssssssarah]

When talking about ‘holding on’ what are the things that popped in your mind?

Mine is mother, drowning and nicotine

I hold on to my mother, my mother holding on for me. A major difference that could not put in reverse even if I would. I hold on for the fear of drowning. I can go for hours to talk about drown and all of my fear. I won’t. In my life, nicotine inhaled more than it needed to, I basically breathe nicotine

My mother hate nicotine, she thought it was a quick relief that only the weakest use as an escape. She’s unerring.

Mother don’t desire me to grow as the weakest

Today is cloudy with a chance of I wish I wouldn't hear voices every time I try to sleep

I took one for the sake of holding on

I took one for keeping me away from drowning into what my mother don’t desire me to be

[sicknare]

[ssssssssarah]

This Morning

I saw my father packing up this morning, folding his favorite clothes. And my mother helps organizing his socks, she placed it beneath the tie. Quietly, he shoved our family picture inside his suitcase. I asked my mother where is he going. She said he’s going to lie.

[karina-padilla]

The Basquiat exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum had me in tears today but that was expected

[ssssssssarah]

🖤🖤

[eliminated]

[stckwll]

Things we had in common