sometimes it doesn’t go right and sometimes it’s best to go home and straight to bed

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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.