if my thoughts had hands they would strangle me,
Tightly, entangling, but not before they reach for you and you would be the first thing they’d hold onto
-s’s.
-s’s.
I set my eyes forward, still
and pray
I sit alone, watch the streetlights decay
now my room is frozen black
Distant whistles of the train
I’m amused by hypothetical pain
I sit here and think of what I would say
I set my eyes on the wall
and pray
-s’s.
We read through the night
And write before the light
But when you catch my eye
I’ll like as much as I like
The Face of Another (1996) Dir. Hiroshi Teshigahara
-s's.
I know the pain of a memory is annoying
Although its true
You dont come through
Something good
saturated acid oscillations
falling down and stumbling around
down spiral steps
a rising swarm
metric distortions
white noise whispers
ice skate stepping
outdoor silk and indoor rain
inside outside
down is up
it's all ok alright ok
sit down and breathe
I find time moves more glacially in this vacuum of being alone
-s's.
A single thought hangs up the grandeur of your acrylic
embraced in my mind’s floral wallpaper and scenic -s’s.