Wednesday, May 29, 2024

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

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
                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.


-d

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