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You open your eyes only to realize theyâre still closed beneath the soft weight of the mask which you wear to block out the sun as it threatens to seep into the dream that youâre still unsure is a dream at all and not the interior of a crystalline cave you swear youâve been to before. And the cave is not a cave at all but a vague opening in what you can only assume is a solid structure of hardened salt based on the way it pulls at your skin as it dries and stings the tiny fissures you didnât even know that you had until now. Against the quiet lapping of nearly-still water at your feet and the echoing replies of the cave walls that surround you, you hear a voice that is not a voice at all but an awareness of your own thoughts (on the wind whose source is yet unknown to you, that is not a wind at all but the blood rushing past your eardrum) and it is telling youâbegging youânot to look back
Mar 28, 2025
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Iâve spent the whole morning looking for a lost key that would open all the doors. It was like waking up small cuts in the throat, like searching for the past and remembering the pain. Another thing crossed off the list, but was it worth coming back home? Will it help to bang your head against the doors?
What we do is shameful, itâs shameful to neglect what we have around
Walking back home, I unplugged myself and looked up at the sky. It was 8:34 PM and there were a few stars. I realized the trap - dispersion. I donât know how long itâs been since I last looked up at the sky - usually, we gaze blankly down, the deepest point of a screen.
Jan 29, 2025
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning
as the others stood around the fire
draped in the skins of animals
talking to each other only in vowels,
for this was long before the invention of consonants.
He might have gone off by himself to sit
on a rock and look into the mist of a lake
as he tried to tell himself what had happened,
how he had gone somewhere without going,
how he had put his arms around the neck
of a beast that the others could touch
only after they had killed it with stones,
how he felt its breath on his bare neck.
Then again, the first dream could have come
to a woman, though she would behave,
I suppose, much the same way,
moving off by herself to be alone near water,
except that the curve of her young shoulders
and the tilt of her downcast head
would make her appear to be terribly alone,
and if you were there to notice this,
you might have gone down as the first person
to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.
Jul 1, 2024
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i toss and i turn with the pillow staying put,
welcoming a new wave of anxiety with each movement
2:18 on the clock and the fan adds more momentum to my unattainable thoughts
buried in the need to see, and learn the unknown
yet, i lay on the surface as a parched rock in the middle of my favorite beach,
reeking of the current simplicities of life
though its surely a blessing in disguise which i might recall five years from now
standing by, holding onto my innocence, waiting to believe in a miracle or see a comet pass by in the dark night sky
Mar 1, 2025
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