sca soft mist rising towards the sky in the early morning light; the delicate dusting of white after a late winter snow fall; the sluggish ebb and flow of an ocean reflecting the black tar of night.
jbclose yr eyes baby yr invisible
jbsaying I love you is so low stakes, always say it when you mean it
jbyr empty shell belongs to someone else now
jba threat nestled softly between a promise and a wish
jbemotional baggage claim
ericbarrier of living within which i spend my time without which i remember in everything i do for example i would be cutting potatoes or looking at a specific color it makes it easier to say i am removed because it is not untrue, just facilitated but culture is not something that swells on what is done or will be done alone still i only carry what has been given to me i present them as i present myself i have thought these thoughts, i have thought about how i have thought these thoughts how uncomfortable to invest energy in non-basic human experiences how uncomfortable the dissatisfaction when experiencing them eating berries along some path breathing air i found alone the sound of bugs around this time the unplaceable smell of roadkill a cascade of indifference blissful unthinking without commentary shuffling and reshuffling the same hand in my hands every day a dream receding into meaninglessness
today i woke up late with the usual fogginess, i vacuumed and cleaned a little, the thing stuck in my eye is still bothering me
jbshould’ve left my head in the clouds where it belongs