#coldisblue

[lforlimbo]

From a Notebook That Burned 16. Silence is not emptiness. It’s just me at full volume without translation.

[lforlimbo]

From a Notebook That Burned 11. There’s no word for the grief of almost. But I carry it like a second spine.

[lforlimbo]

“I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams.”