i feel unreal

 i struggle to recongise my face

and somehow i look the same

i am crafted so carefully by considerate moments

                                                                                and meals i forgot to eat

obsessed with paraphernalia

                        aesthetics

congruent shapes fit more easily

i am congruent with rocks

tied myself to the colour green

                         the letter D

i wear a face i don't even see

     so well how you know me

        like the green and hills unseen

there's still such a long way to go

  remnants of reminiscent men

        a momentary pilgrimage

while

        congruent shapes fit more easily

i saw a castle and it told me

                                            your past is dead and you're not far off

one day you'll understand it took all of this

                                                to feel okay with being yourself

                                brick by brick

                        oh but you dissect me so well

anatomically constrained by this

                                    endless ticking clock i press to wake me up

                                                                                get myself paid

timesheets of trains and shifts and minutes until

`                                                                        I'm gone

                                                                your past is dead and you're not far off

IT'S THE DRUGS DAVID 

partly blind in my right eye    

        equip a blindfolded

        and trust each step will take me where i need to go

                                                id be crazy not to follow where I'm led

                                                                                       [and i would be lying if i said my life isn't entertaining]

but rocks don't really exist

        and somehow at the same time 

a castle can prophesise  

                            heartbeats

                

my flaking of fragments

pieces of dave

lay shattered in the world around me

and you could hold it for a moment but it's just. a piece

            of the whole I'm trying to collect

to tape together

                then lace with gold

i see nothing at my feet

-D

train

 Munch much
Nsjahwokcjw

my pet peeve is loud chewing

Two brown boys discussing business 
Doing my homework

I wish I did things different
What could have I done at 21
lulling to sleep on the train

erect microsleeping

Stumble into hand railing
grasped like a woman at the club
Greasy hair
Submissive aura

Security clearance tag on belt
Post work glug

Stare to space
Munch munch

Picking a winner

mm mm mmmmm

Foreign language ensues

Check my cameras at home where’s my wife
The city beautiful from afar
Stinks up close 

I’ll do that right now sir

anything you need

shut my eyes instead

-d

PROPHETIC VISIONS

open-air warehouse. foliage hanging from the sky. the warm lights were dim but you could make out faces. it smelt like party. a good party. it was lively with voices having a good time, saying nothings that mean everything. it wasn't too cold, i was wearing my dad's leather jacket anyway. red brick walls and wooden tables. drinks clinking and cigarettes lit. the room was crowded with familiar and friendly people i didn't know. i stepped deep within and felt comfort among the faceless beings.

and then i saw eyes.  brown eyes. glazed in honey. enticing as always. a wry smile in my direction. she was sitting next to people we used to sit next to often. i naturally went over to say hello

they looked happy to see me. heys and hellos and smiles and hugs. she never whispered a word back. turned away. more than a cold shoulder was seeping chill. her presence evaded me. goodbye at greetings. so much left behind, so much left on the table next to lighters and half-empty beers. so much to say and nothing to say at the same time. so i left to find solace in the faceless. which i did. 

and when i did

she came and found me

searched for me through the breathing of the collective

to find me upon a brown leather couch

a brown leather couch which held me with intent

i turn my face away from the faceless

i look up to hers

her eyes warmer, a reflection of the wall-mounted lamp-light

her dress follows her figure

her figure leans in

she smelt the same

her cool lips press against my cheek

then words come out of her mouth;

here we go again

-d

the 'making poor decisions for character development reasons' community

Its almost a sadist practice but putting yourself in the deepend of shit because then you learn how to surf in shit and if a nice wave comes. Youre probably better at surfing because of it? But also, because life is going to throw you in shit regardless and you may aswell do it first so there’s a sense of control of fate.

A weird 1-2 combo trying to fight against nature and the fact that yes, you will die, and no, you cannot do anything to stop that. So, you take control by being stupid to say that you lived when you die. T0 see the depths of what breathing has to offer, the ecstasy of the highs to the pits of the lows, the importance of feeling fully and being÷ vulnerable to getting smacked in the face by an ‘ I don’t feel the same’ or an alarm after 3hours sleep. Or speaking your mind to people who staple their ears clsed.

Itd be stupid to pretend that this was a one-way street, the poor decisions almost always take on collateral, unintentionally. The selfishness that comes with living. If I put anyone before me id be living for someone else which in itself would be a disservice to the thousands of generations of stupid animals humping senselessly. So I try and live with more intention, and with that – at this age – I tend to just ufck around and find out, instead of taking caution.

Opportunity shows its iris not often, so best believe im staring into its soul.

-d

just the way the COOKIE_CRUMBLES

my veins coarsing with data

        CEO say mmmm more data

                                                                    just... one... more... scroll

hey there I've heard you talking about [insert]

                      here's some personalised ads for you

    cha-ching

and also you are going to vote for this party now

                 ha ha biden cant speak and trump got shot

mmmmm yes, you hate this, you want this

                                                                        more, more more, moremore moremo MORE 

GIVE ME YOUR DATA

 I SAID HAND OVER YOUR FUCKING INFORMATION RIGHT NOW

HAND IT OVER

IM GONNA SHOOT

EMAIL ADDRESS AND FIRST NAME NOW

nom nom nom i consume so i become

the horizon of the techno-feudal apocalypse

    populated with personified pickles and disinterested dickheads

thoughtless thoughts from concave cranial canals

    direct+express dopamine delivery [AUSPOST™️] to your limbic system

the digital realm dictates our domain like land once did

                        plugged and glugged at all waking hours,

       BRING BIRNGBRING BIRNG [me your attention]

i touch my phone before I've opened my eyes

        infused with the informational overlords recommended daily intake [+6 eye-scratching hours]

what happens when privacy becomes a premium product you can peddle for cash?

   oh the virtuosity of Veblen goods

let me be frank,

[hey frank]

those who own the                                            own you

                 technology/algorithm[s] 

                        Zuck own u for a buck

110000110you are data10110 10100101

                        human[data] trafficking

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    fine ill sell u for:

                      a dime/

                                the power to control the masses

    the ventriloquist in the theatre of democracy:{

[manufactured consent]

liberty is a dream not a practice and i will never be publicised with these sentences

to consume is to become

                    you are literally what you eat

    we feed on our feeds to replace the need to feel

never say no only ever say yes to technology, become servants to notifications!

    burn your books and say fuck school i don't need that shit to be rich i mean look at big boy BILLY GATES, he dropped out and so did the apple© guy i m going to drop out and be rich,

                                                            no no ill start tomorrow I'm just chillin today, it's all good bruh, jus watching my favourite sketch and kai cenat moments rn, then I've scheduled in my SHIT+SCROLL SESH™️ on the gram or the tok... i got 6 likes and my friend is snapping me streaks ill start tmrw-- I'm busy rn bro, tomorrow tomorrow tmrw tmrwtmrw tmrwtmrw tmrwtmrw tmrwtmrw tmrw

bow down + bear witness to the 4th most livable city in the world:

                                       MELBIN[3000]

the people blindsided and baffled

                  uninspired and misinformed

    hey siri: how to connect to some[thing/one] other than my phone

take a train and count the neck-crankers

    a blissful ignorance to the forces of nature

                        thought pacification and the thinker's death

we witness our world through screens,

                                       so scream in the early morning empty city streets with

    the cameras on every street corner +  pocket watching to alert the authorities

                    who will speed carelessly down the two-way street of trust

                            hawking through intersections past the hook turns

to tell me I'm free to do as i please...

i met a man called raymond

he hates his job in advertising

the quietly talented but unmotivated artist

            a simmer of silent suffering

                        financing family ties

        doubly dependent desperation

begrudgingly blending in the crowd of nobody and everybody

                remarkably unremarkable                    

the mark of unrealised potential

there are a lot of these people

mauled by mainstream media's potent pushing of

                                                                                 compliance +

                                                      exploitation

                                                                             = a sunken soul

how quickly did we forget the four walls of our lockdown cells post-covid

how quickly do we accept the utter spasticisms of world leaders

how quickly do we switch on our phone and consume our feed when life gets 3% uncomfortable

i think people forget that YOU ARE BORN FREE

who do you want to become?

what society do you want to be apart of?

how do you measure value [... money... experience... love...]?

            i find that success is a subtractive process

                        live less greed, live love laugh

and you might remember how good breathing feels

like when you have a blocked nose you are like dam I took my nose breathing for granted

                    anyone can go and get a job but it takes heart to be a bum

because either way:

YOU WILL OWN NOTHING AND YOU WILL BE HAPPY©WORLD ECONOMIC FORUM

                                                                                  - I have become death destroyer of worlds

                            why are [the rich] people cheering??

class turn to chapter 8: the roaring 20s

THE GREAT RESET all started in the Middle East, fed by corporatist mutli-national machines, the beginnings of the ECONOMIC APOCOLYPSE

SHORT-TERM LONG OPTIONS, instantaneous RE-[DE]CENTRALISED FINANCING

YOU WANT SOAP FOR YOUR NUTS BITCH? HOW ABOUT TOMATO

                        YOU DONT EVEN OWN YOUR OWN MONEY

                                                                        HOW DOES VISA TAKE A % FOR ME BUYING ACOFFEE?!!

        YOU DONT OWN YOUR OWN HEAD

                        TRY WALKING 20 SECONDS WITHOUT SEEING AN AD

                                           TRY 10 SECONDS

BUT MAKE SURE KEEP THAT MULA CHURNING BITCH

                             COZ THE OLD RICH MEN + NANCY PELOSI GOTTA EAT ----I WANT UR VIBESSSS AND UR TOKS AND UR DANCING AND YOUR NEW SHEIN© PAKCAGE COMING TO YOUR FRONT DOOR KEEP NOMNO MNOMNOMN  OMNOM

now see the sea

imagine me

walking with four feet

across the surface of the sea

imagine me

[d]

wh[at/o] do you see

the cyclical cycle of WAR AND PEACE

     a centralised power to destroy the world

            and nothing ever changes when the 'power' does

our 4th most livable city built on the basis of greed

surely as the most intelligent species int he universe[to our knowledge]

we can find ways to transcend above the shackles of our monkey ancestors

we are all but too human

and sometimes that's just the way the cookie crumbles

we are more prosperous than ever

            we are more pointless than ever

                    gimme a gold star for doing nada

        i wonder if technology really can take us to utopia

               what would be left for us to do...?

        I'm going to have a house in northern NSW with a quiet beach and a large tree in my backyard so on Sunday in summer my wife can sit and read while our kids run around

                    then make a meal from our garden, fresh tomatoes and bread from the market, some fresh meat and somewhere safe and quiet to sleep 

between now and then i got a lot on my mind

        but then that's what's left for me to do.

-frank [d]

4te is something you already know

sylvia plath wearing saint laurent

SHE WEARS FAUX PAS FUR TO HIDE HER SOUL

SUNK SAD EYES SITTING ON A FAKE SMILE

her energy evades her 'evangelists'

    a sexual prowess less often direct

               raw white diamonds reflect

   the uncouth and everlong prospect

                a wandering soul without any trace

everyone walks so fast past her on the sidewalk you'd think time was running away or something

each instant her EXISTENCE is PERSISTENCE

"how INSISTENT is EXISTENCE"

yet PERSISTENTLY INCONSISTENT.

a bona fide pro at letting you know nada

her spirit[ed/less] youth trapped in louboutin shoes

fragments of a face watch her in the mirror each morning

        rub red eyes raw while she's still yawning

it ends on Wednesday [without any warning]

    how to stop the thoughts from spawning

no haghahahahahshsahahahaaha i dont ruminate

i don't ruminate 

    i don't think about it no no .

            hey siri how to stop brain

                                                                                ––i fOunD thiS on thE wEb

my brain is jumbled glugluglgulgulguglguglugq

                        i don't know where its gone–my lobot has been omised 

being = be-ing ≠ being, it's more just "im having". and im not even having im just pretending to have so people see me as  ––[11001inzerrt blank]

nomnom nom , i consume to become

    SHE SPLIT IT INTO THREE-HUNDRED-AND-SIXTY-FIVE

[anything you desire, it's all yours baby]

NO NO NO NN O NON ON NO NON ONO NON ON ONO NON ONO NON ONO NON NON ONO

                SHE TALKS TO APOLLO BUT CRAVES DION

                THESE BOTTOMLESS BRUNCHES AND REFUNDABLE TICKETS

                THE DANCE OF PILLS AND THE BREATHING OF THE MOSHPIT

                THE THOUGHT EXPERIMENT OF "COULD I LOVE AGAIN"

                                            THEN HIDE IT BEHIND A TONIC AND GIN

xxxtra illicit [pills] take me away !tRIPADVISOR© CERTIFIED!

            and then i can be better

no brain for me no no no
ooga bogoa what i need
                                        please
murder my mind slowly
fabricate a life
                        something interesting

drink because i love [$16.50] beer its so good and doesn't taste like wet bread 

kill my brain nice and bubly pls

gaze into the abyss its all in front of me

                inhale fumes, eyes swirling

i swear i can see myself in ur eyebalz, dingo dingo dingo BINGO

numnumnmunmnmunm

                you look like a fucking IDIOT

                    yea you

          me

                idiot

                            stupid prick

                                    if a cafe has one star it wont see me [TRIPADVISOR© CERTIFIED]

i need GOOD EATS certified trusted by the people and only the people 

BECAUSE WHAT THE PEOPLE SAY THEY ARE, THE POEPLE IS

LIKE IF HE SAYS HE'S OKAY HE'S DEFINTELY OKAY AND NOT ESCAPING THE IMPENDING ENDING OF A [LIFE/LOVE/DREAM] OR HIDING BEHIND COUNTLESS INAUDIBLE SCREAMS FOR [help! I'm alone!] – OUR EYES COLLECTIVELY CONNECTED THROUGH LIKES AND LOOKSMAXS AND LOCK-INS.

I MISS YOUR EYES AND OUR SOULS INTERTWINED

BUT WAS I LOOKING AT A MIRROR THE WHOLE TIME

¿CAN YOU REMEMBER TEN OF THE THOUSANDS OF 

PIXELS ON YOUR SELECTED 3*DOPAME–MACHINE™?

TO FORGET THAT u/SPONTANEOUSH WAKES UP EACH

 MORNING AND ISNT JUST ALIVE ON MY SCREEN.

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

we are collectively obsessively spectacle-searching

    to cure avoid

their fac[e]ade melted onto their soul, the plastic dripdripdripdrip to the floor

        their eyes seep and sell truths of empty

put on ∫ blacked-out PRADA© specs begging for our streamer [GOD] to anoint us, reborn as [anti-]Lazarus

    the crowds are lonely because the crowds are lonely

the has-beens of bars and the emptiness in eyes

                a drink to quench the thirst for past destinations.

    you climb to fall and learn of pain.

        if you've ever let yourself feel

you know the equal and opposite reaction is real
        so the cowards don't get close

 the neck crankers crank

    pedestal + plug into their [DEITY] of choice

                  because reality is hard and it is lonely

so better invest in someone that doesn't know me

IT IS JUST YOUR PEOPLE THAT MATTER

i live in my head but i don't ruminate I'm ona cleanse..
        whatever you do is you
                                              so do everything for the fuck of it

there's no reason to otherwise

and this party means nothing boo hoo– but this party also means nothing so fuck yea

SOMETIMES LIFE'S A BITCH AND YOU JUST KEEP LIVING

-d

i dont get me but i will

the invisible wall between me and my reflection

who do you see when you look at me

    i look in your eyes and see myself

                    wearing a chrome mask 

        and the skin of a human

the revered dream of a lost cause

the collective effervescence of cold sores

 sometimes i pretend to be normal in normal situations because otherwise the normal people will think im not normal. but normal people are weird. i don't think I'm my brain or my body. there's something else there

i look up from the bottom of the mountain and i see nothing but the moon. i climb and see behind me but i look forward and i cant make out anything through the trees. i walk in for eternity in a timeless attempt at understanding. i kept walking up mountains and because thought i wanted to get to the top but then i realised that climbing mountains is fun. and sometimes falling is apart of it, sometimes u get a scar but it reminds you that you were climbing mountains and then you see someone else's scar and you think dam we're really just climbing mountains here 

but i cant understand people pretending they don't have scars

        the burn reminds you that you're alive
                and now you know the bliss that comes with cold water
                and the feeling of a first kiss
                and those late night phone calls where time doesn't exist
                            and my heart beats quick
        i remember taking my first breath.

it feels like too many times too recently
            I've been told I'm disillusioned.'

i didn't even know what that meant

and then i learnt its being in a funk or to be down the mouth or the 'why the long face' –

a horse walked into a bar and said I'm thirsty and the bartender obliged and the horse replied you cant force me to drink that cunt

i feel like id rather be disillusioned than illusioned
                            but then i wonder

why do i always expect more

do i expect too much

can i ever be satisfied

is being happy just being happy

i think that

success is a subtractive process

because somehow i can never do enough in a day
excess incarnate
            because i refuse to ache of unfulfilled potential
                                                                                        or be scared of who i could've been

my life in my hands

don't die wondering

i choose this fig
            what i do for my people
        the next generation
                i want to change the timeline

I want to plant a seed whose tree provides shade for generations.

the 100-year-project

all i know be patient
                and show up
you only win by losing
they'll either pay you for your soul or to experience it

so I'm conflicted when i think should i close my book a bit
am i leaving my book open

no.

        find yourself in me because i find myself in you
                                                    i am the people the people are me

    we are the culture, so

create with your soul, pay attention to the finest details no one sees but you. big things are just more small things. and how you do one thing is how you do everything. and sometimes you don't get the roll of the dice and sometimes you don't perform how you wanted and sometimes u weren't ready for the opportunity. but if you're to ever do it, that's just food for the journey. tomorrow is another turn. one day or day one. because if on your deathbed you can say with a full chest and a straight face - yes i tried my best, with everything in my power i TRIED AND WORKED, but it just didn't go my way, you still win.


know that earth is just a rock without the voices of art

sincerely yours

-d

thinking about the immortality of the crab1

life shouldn't seem this strange

the silence is sequentially arranged

softly spoken [say it back]

synchronisation of the heart

the crisp air inflates my vessel

                               ' breathe

the morning sky is purple

my coffee is brown

do we see the same colours

look up

no really, look up

    i know you didn't sign up for this trip because i didn't either

this     spinning rock is the spaceship through every[no]thing

an infinite blackness made of brown and blue

        and it's not empty its infinite

                 ====== freedom

but it's still easy to feel lost when an albino looks at you like you're the alien

            what the fuck is an alien –

they say you stare long enough at the abyss and it stares back at you

                       i think that it can all be so

beautiful if you let it be

                hear the wind rustle the leaves

                the cool breeze breathe

                the trees move together

           the leaves kiss 

    for now i spend my minutes well

while trying to understand what it means to wake up

and where possums sleep

but i spend my nights watching the moon

i wonder if our eyes meet reflecting off that mysterious glowing orb in the sky

                                                                                            i wonder if youre smiling, setting your clothes out before bed, studying, family, coffees, friends, running, filling your circles, dancing, learning, good music, the way that the light comes through your blinds, or how good bed feels on a cold morning.

    

sometimes the empty bed feels emptier

i miss you there, but

how lucky to have felt it

i was young and naive and said the meaning of life was love

but i realise now i was just young

        we're just living for the first time,

we don't know shit from kaka

    i love without understanding

deeply and infinitely. the person not the idea. let yourself feel. if there was nothing and grief, choose love. life moves fast, if you don't stop and look around every once in a while you're gonna miss it. I'm so cooked I'm so cooked I'm so cooked I'm so grateful.

oh, and crabs don't live forever stupid

, nothing does

-d

how low can you go <<[[[ LIMBO ]]]>> loco-

THE MOBIUS STRIP OF OFFICE CUBICLES, THE ONLY AIR POLLUTANT IS CHEAP PERFUME MIXED WITH COFFEE BREATHE AND THE EVERLASTING SOUND OF THE

k  e.  y bo   a    r   d     c.    l.   i.   c.   k      s .          IN THE STRANGLING SOUND OF SILENCE...

UNTIL LUNCH WHERE IT'S TIME TO TALK ABOUT YOUR [CURRENT] FAVOURITE ENTERTAINMENT 101100011010 YOU [gluglugglug] INTO YOUR BRAIN TO CHARGE AFTER THE MIND-FUCKING NUMBINGNESS OF CORPORATE CULTURE 

"my brain just doesn't work after 3pm""

it's the same shit different day

how are you? they say

                        I'm okay

[i just miss the old days

like birthdays and holidays

days when it was cool to run away

sleepovers, bike days, coffee dates

summer's over you need to forget

but today

its jus the same shit different day]

my days are blending, stretching infinitely as an unchanging strip of grey

i rub my eyes red

maybe that's why the flags looked white

my sleep is full of hope

my wake is full of nope

        i see my face | ɘɔɒʇ

        i am a mirror | яᴏяяɪʍ

    is there more to it than this?

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early morning I'm on the train

    in wedding attire coz im married to the money

my temples thumping

    i watch

            neckCRANKERS EVERYWHERE

CRKCHKCRK eeeRRRR [crank]

high functioning sleepwalkers

        mum was right its those dam phones

all ears cuffed + lungs puffed with a pink strawberry-queef nic box

       / cancel_sound

       / cancel_vision

       / cancel_health

       / cancel_brain

become NUmb NUM bum NUMB

why do we strangle our senses?

so i arrive,

silent number crunching for me mm mm mm

around me the trudgers lumber to their cubicles         -normally late because the clock numbers don't matter right ha ha

the suit and tie with the shoes mostly shining but with a light scuff on the right side of the left shoe because you stumbled [the shoes are hard to walk in]

fables from floor 44

subject1: you uhhhh, buzzing-into-the-meeting-tomorrow-morning?

subject 2 (slowly glancing up from phone): 9;30?

 1(eagerly): nah i think its 9.

2: you sure?

1(definitely sure + bringing phone to prove time allotted for useless meeting): uhhhh yeaugh.

 2 (zero fucks to give): ah, ill be there

oh oh oh and make sure you don't talk in the elevators

that's an unwritten rule i learnt the hard way

even if someone talks to you

you're meant to look away at a random spot in the ceiling pretend not to hear another human being standing 30cm away from you

i mean who can blame them? 

how can you possibly remember how to be human when your life is...

DRIVE METAL BOX FROM  WOODEN BOX TO RIDE METAL TUBE BOX TO

  WALK IN OPEN AIR [YOU CAVE DWELLER]

...FOR 36 SECONDS... BEFORE ENTERING TALL BOX TO SIT IN A SMALL BOX TO WORK ON THE LIGHT BOX AND USE A SMALLER LIGHT BOX TO NUMB ANY CHANCE OF HAVING A THOUGHT OR FEELING BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE BAD AND SCARY AND WOULD TAKE AWAY FROM BOX-TIME WHICH PUTS...

food on the table. and clothes on your back. and a roof over your head. somewhere safe and warm

HERE LIES HUMANITY:

coffined in a Babelonian maze of office blocks

an infinite stretching of desk after desk after deskdesk after desk after deskdesk after desk after deskdesk

after desk after deskdesk after desk after deskdesk after desk after deskdesk after desk after deskdesk after desk after deskdesk 

after desk after deskdesk after desk after deskdesk after desk after deskdesk after desk after deskafter desk after deskdesk after desk after deskdesk after 

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chair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after

chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchairchair after 

after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairafter chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair

after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairafter chairchair after chairchair after chairchair after chairchair

 

and yet the compulsive craze to climb the corporate ladder

        lusting for gratification

[someone validate me. pleas. a radio show. a column. the money. a job. a promotion]

i am average

and i have let my average be validated

by the poeple and places around me

FOUR-DIMENSIONALLY FUCKED

i look behind me and see in front of me

                        free falling through time

its all grey and black

                                    my nose doesn't stop bleeding

                my eyes are so red

            i cant see, i don't know where i am

but the world keeps spinning with persistent propulsion through a preposterously, absurdly abysmal abyss
Our orbits were just so slightly imperfect

               The world always changes

The people never changing

                                        a cranker wants forever new, forever more
                        to combat the slog of everyday

what do i gain but comfort from monotony

i said that i don't know anything about the next week of my life
lemy said: "isn't that exciting"...

but there is something gorgeous here -

light cuts through the clouds right on cue

 a dance of orange and pink and blue

the sun sending beams in every hue,

                    so i can set my eyes on someone like you,

it felt like your scent i already knew

                                                            i tripped and fell in, I'm blaming my shoe

but there was nothing i would've rather do

there will never be another you,

                                             but.

your eyes lost light and told me its thru,

i wouldve held you, if you wouldve too,

delusional thoughts, too good to be true

you remind me of the colour blue.

a freefall of tears frozen in time

full cheeks and heavy lips embalmed on my mind

for some goddam reason, i cant leave you behind

 i don't understand you, but my love is blind

hoo roo, hoo roo 

you remind me of the colour blue.

the rose makes it easy to overlook the leaves.

we live nothing more than a series of fine details - so easy to brush past because you want the big picture. a puzzle is made of small pieces. when they come together and you stand back it makes sense why each one went to each place. we can't live in the present with hindsight. the pieces just have to be laid. sometimes in the wrong position, you have to take some away and put them back. it's no use trying to do it any other way though. i wouldn't want to do it any other way 

if the puzzle was already made it wouldn't be any fun

HOW YOU SPEND YOUR DAYS IS HOW YOU SPEND YOUR LIFE

TAKE REASSURANCE IN THE GLORY OF THE MOMENT AND THE FOREVER PROMISE OF TOMORROW

-d

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transient(s)

[D] became aware that the moment one attempted to measure a moment, it would be gone:

the truth is we change without ceasing

I wish i could hold a moment in a glass jar and put it on my shelf
                                                                              let it gather dust
                                                                     the flashing lights and
                                                                              thud of the drum
                                               your eyes made my heart beat faster
                                                                     your skin against mine
                                                                        the taste of your lips
                                                                                           a bite

the remnants of your scent on my bedsheets
how do i wash this away

I'm told that pretty birds fly away

it would be against its nature to keep it caged

but by god was it beautiful

imperfect, impermanent, incomplete

beauty in the tragedy

        we had something real
                                            life as I've known it has ended
and I'm still trying to understand what has replaced it
i am a mirror in a liminal space
my days...
            blip

mais tu me manques

how dramatic am i being on a scale of 1-10

your shadow lingers
````` I'm trying to lose it

                                                    by checking:

flight prices

rent prices

job listings

r/solotravel

can take my physical away
                     but somehow,
i cant keep you away.
                                                                    and
           id rather do nothing with you
than something with somebody new
because i'm always looking at yesterday when tomorrow comes
                i could be more present
this moment only lasts for right now
not something i want but i need
       to embrace change

                    and ignorance is truly bliss
        [imagine to not know the high they're missing]
            so let's pretend we're strangers
Let me get on my costume
                                                hold on a sec
blend in with the crowd
                While we pretend

to do something important
            All a ruse to try and forget you
because I couldn’t know you and not love you.

yet you never find the same person twice

                    not even in the same person

i wont forget you though
            you will be in my jar of wistful memories
            that ill blow the dust off

when i need to teach my son about heartbreak

or when i need to remember what love feels like

i wonder if I walked past you in the street

would we just exchange glances

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my dreams lie to me

i don trust how i feel

I'm playing myself

i still feel my pocket vibrate with the phantom of what was

and it's weirder because i still look at my phone and want to see your name

i don't trust how i feel

how do i let go

how am i supposed to let go

timetimetimetime

the sun's going down
        look up at clouds
        the orange and pink
    if you just looked up
                      sunk into the grass
                            they’ve been there the whole time
they're going to float away

just like everything else

so I'm smiling that i just got to see them
                    that one looks like you


one thing more important than time
      is who we decide to spend it on

-d

ps. to everyone watching
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who is entertained by my pain