PMS

Im sorry I call on you every time I feel wobbly and dont know where else to put this explosive potential that will simply bite your head off if you say the wrong thing and dont you dare tell me you understand or that youre sorry because that will just make you tastier

i need to close my eyes more
this makes everything color-full
and fluid
and I am not the target of the entire universe
and not everything in the whole entire world is pathetically boring and irritating

and

I need to close my eyes more

shoresh

i seem to have done things

these things

these moments

where everything surrounds and there is absolutely no doubt that this is infinite

infinite truth

resonant whatchamacallit

and somehow in these moments i am alone

i finally am in a space where this piece of memory metal receives signal

for me to write and tell this interworld

where I AM

it is difficult to live in the surface

in smiles and descriptions of sleep and the weather

where is the reality but here

why have i taken myself to somewhere i knew wouldnt be

and why now that i am here am i not in light regardless

buddha tells me to listen to the river

the birdsong and butterflies brush my face with fruit

i want to stay up all night talking our hearts afraid that if we fall asleep we wont dream of eachother

we dance together accross mountains and roads and time

this is my root