01.03.23
01.03.23
During sum rain, I noticed the water coming thru a pipe - beneath it a branch that’s reached thru the cracks of concrete for sunlight. Now as tall as me.
A lesson of taking what you have and going all the way.
Reminded me of a quote from an African poet (ion remember which country specifically)
“I am reminded that scratching the sky with bare nails won’t bring me heaven” - Ibid .
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Ima come back summer time to see it in its earned bloom
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charcoal lungs bruxism n’ fun .
It’s ironic, emptiness holds an essence inside of itself .
so much steams out along the way, it fades before i can present it. every breath feels like a choice to keep going. so many scars and i luv to laugh about em or mourn them. so many things to feel yet it all feels familiar and forgotten? i’ve never known anyone like me and i luv that arrogance even if it isolates. grew up in such a liminal place in every existential-medium, my mind remains honest to its worst degree. sometimes i don’t talk to heaven cuz i’m embarrassed of what i been doin’. i luv it as much as i’m scared to hate it. sometimes ion een know what im really saying but it makes sense later .
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26.06.23
Last day in Muğla, back to Istanbul.
the only thing bought in the 1st pic is the bread - everything else was caught, grown or made by hand.
the last 3 nights I’ve spent with my retired neighbour drinking tea and talking for hours. Watching planes take off and seeing the stars in a wide open sky, listening to crickets and cicadas.
I don’t need more than that, and I wouldn’t ask for it. The less there is, the more I’m given in spirit.
Misery exists everywhere to everyone, but it’s a lot easier to forget in the countryside.
God speaks thru all in silhouettes .
