photo by skullofsilver To say that I’ve received devastating news over the past couple of days would be my exaggerating, so let’s just say I’ve been disappointed and received a reality check out of it. My world didn’t fall apart, I didn’t want to bury myself under the covers and cry until I didn’t have [...]
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How Far is There to Fall?
First breath in an opium den, hummingbird heartbeats. Automatic writing, existing but not living. You intoxicate me even though you’re so, so far away. Touching without touch, breathing in reverse, drinking galaxies and stars in a teacup. A moonwalk to Mecca whilst holding your hand. Run fingers through your hair and breathe you in. Breathe [...]
Breathe.
photo by themorningtrain “Why, in retrospect, do things accrue a sort of condescending poetry? Because we’ve been there, and we like to think we’ve passed that island. But sometimes I feel like there is a 12, 14, 16, 18-year-old self stuck inside of my head with super-powerful chewing gum, intransigent and immutable. And this doesn’t [...]
Of Languid Colours.
1 /2 /3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9 …And then, I wonder how I’m going to walk away from this whole and clean. I want to forever inhale you, as if you were a magic potion of rubies and jade that would rid me of the contempt the young have for convention and help [...]
End of the Road
“…And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they’re nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. [...]
Dear 2009…
You were like an Shakespearean tragedy, with epics highs, breathy sighs and the the callous dialogue of someone unafraid. It’s been nothing short of dramatic; it’s blank stares, cold whispers, wispy breaths. People with no faces, and a desperate tangle of limbs and skin. It’s dancing to Jay Z and making sense of non-sense. Shamelessly [...]
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