sometimes it doesn’t go right and sometimes it’s best to go home and straight to bed
8 October 2019 at 08:12 AM iPhone note:
To touch something, that something touched
will be touching as well. I lay down on the street
and the street touches me. I feel attached to the
street likewise detached from everything I am. The
hollow zero becomes a circle and I am filled with
all nothingness, losing myself in the otherness
of that nothingness. My inner self entangled.
Touching transforms, always.
8 October 2019 at 08:47 AM
for somebody else it is just another body, another
one in a sleeping bag. i am asleep on the sand,
skin so thin like soap bobbles flying. i transcend. i
see my own silhouette ots in between the others.
transparent cities, transparent lives. my bones
pale and fragile from the missing light, my skin
see- trough. like a greenish grape, you can look
trough me, right into my core to count the seeds.
wisdom grown from vulnerability. the night is a
fragile phase, i see myself soft like a grape. soap
bobbles, light, colors are tempting and a fly keeps
on flying.