a constant hunger for something beyond the psychological limits of the world

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia
seen from Italy
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from Israel

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Israel
seen from Romania

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Yemen

seen from United States
seen from United States
a constant hunger for something beyond the psychological limits of the world
A Good Boy
i promise
i really am a good boy
even when kicked, starved, and left out in the cold
ill always be
the best, the very best
the very best boy for you
so please
wont you let me come home?
“You might not know this, but I had the tailor inscribe your initials on the back side of the ticket pocket. Right here. So your name would always cradle…” (my heart.)
Decided to repeat yesterday, but just the words today. I’m curious how this one spontaneously developed into a melody by the end… wee unintentional Loustat theme to say farewell (forever? I suppose so…) to DreamStat.
do you ever eat fresh bread with cheese on it and suddenly you’re sitting under a tree in the shade hundreds of years ago, laughing and sharing a meal with your neighbors, resting before you go back to cultivating the fields of grain to make the flour for next year’s bread, looking out upon the green pastures where the cattle graze, the cattle that gave you the milk to make this cheese, and soon you will go back to the fields but despite the hot sun and the hard labour, it is good, it is good because you are together and you are creating that which will sustain you, and you finish the last bite and lie back upon the soft brown earth which gives you life and to which your life will return
Sometimes the overwhelming, yearning ache of all that once was & all that never was & the impossibility to ever reach those things you once did & were & could have been & the impossibility to affect those things you could have done & been but didn’t & weren’t & the impossibility of The Future… all of it just feels like a mountain & you are buried beneath the crushing weight of feeling & impossibility & regret & yearning & aching & sorrow & disappointment in your self & desperate, deplorable *need*… just me?
And the amusing thing is, I know too that if I didn’t yearn & ache the things I do, or maybe I’d done some thing I ache that I didn’t… I just know I’d still feel the exact same way I do! Just I’d be aching for some thing else!!!
⌞ oel░ngati░kameie⌝
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷
ಇ. ༝༚༝༚ ᴼᴳᐟᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ #ᵈᵃⁿᵈᵉˡⁱᵒⁿˢᵉᵉᵈˢ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
₊⊹ yeah girl, it stinks ₊⊹