wanting the waves again
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from Maldives

seen from Malaysia
seen from China

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from Russia

seen from United States
seen from United States
wanting the waves again
That new, new.
I’m starting to realize the beauty, the preciousness of endings. The broken egg yolk of becoming, the scrambled mess that marks the moment of contrast... what was, and what it has become. Everything ends, if I could hold that thought in my hand while I hold yours also...to see that there is something moving us all and at the simultaneous moment, nothing. But all is not lost, just like matter, it cannot be destroyed...somewhere apart from our intentions, our failures, our inadequacies, sits a moment in time, you chasing me, and I wanting to be caught and known only by you...that moment so precious in its temporal state, no longer owned by either, but twisting and turning, bright and warm with nostalgia
a.h.
Late night.
Poem a Day
You are the sublime
Lining
That traces my frame.
I hold my tongue
As the words
Unsaid
Vibrate
Against my teeth.
Proverbial
Carpet burn
Is all that's left
Between
Me
And my
Tendency
To disagree
With the notion
Of
breathing.beating.being
Alive.
my demons are no longer my redeeming qualities [ah]
Poem a Day
Slipping through cracks I'm back To bleak Beginnings And feeling Unhinged. a.h
Poem a Day: Confessions
My fatal flaws
Look like
Indulging
In destruction
And wallowing
In self criticism,
All
Fueled by the fear
Of
Being
Boring.
a.h.
Poem a Day
I’m chocolate milk
And black coffee
Go 'fuck yourself's
And 'I’m sorry’s.
I am lock jawed
And loud mouthed
Asking for love
While putting it out.
a.h