Feb 9, 2020
Never open just one window
Open them all
Let the air flow through your space and through you
Become a rest stop for the breath of the natural world
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Never open just one window
Open them all
Let the air flow through your space and through you
Become a rest stop for the breath of the natural world
In the right conditions, the light of a common, flickering streetlight can appear more heavenly than that which illuminates the form of an angel. Perhaps, sometimes, they are one in the same.
The fake plant
In your room
Means that no one will ever know
Just how long you've been gone
Or when you plan to return
Look
Look into the distance
See where something
Becomes nothing
i was out walking today
in a busy part of town
and i just so happened to notice that there wasn’t a sound to be heard
footfalls were soft
voices silenced
not a breath of wind or a note of birdsong
it was not unlike realizing you are in a dream
I’m out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run but you can’t hide I’m gonna make you mine
Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more
Last night, I dreamed that I was very afraid. An unshakable and unfounded fear which followed me like a shadow of doubt and paranoia.
I went for a walk, of course. Just to clear my head, be alone.
I walked at night. My first mistake.
Just down the street, the silent flashing of blue and red lights reflected off windows and puddles.
I walked faster.
Two dead people. A man and a pregnant woman. Some brutal and calculated murder which I could not understand.
“Who are these people?” I asked. “How did they die?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” the officer responded.
He turned to look at me, his face obscured completely by the shadow of his hat.
“Good God...” he murmured.
He stepped aside, and I looked at myself in the reflection of the cruiser’s window.
My face and the face of the dead man were the same. Exactly the same. A man in his thirties or forties, his features flat, eyes sagging.
I wonder who he was
i don’t feel like myself anymore.
im just a work in progess.
or
could that be
who i am?