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Tag: existential crisis

  • Evening physics

    Inertia. Inertia keeps me glued to my seat, back slouched in a cold lightless room barely visible, a glowing screen. Inertia is the endless moving up and down a piece of glass glass to nails too long, taps and silent scratches. I only wish to be better than one subject to such vacuuming.

  • Lying flat

    As pain spreads from head to eyes to throat to through the neck and all within it to the lower back and lower muscles and lower and lower and lower still a prophet finds herself in the middle of the kitchen one hand on the cold floor, much colder than the dripping sweat dehydrating her…

  • Things to do

    Have I been unconsciously making things harder for myself in this going against my Judging nature? Is this not nature—my nature—that I write things as a list and follow through them in well-constructed cycles? That I take three or more moments contemplating whether a system is in its best possible form before I do any…

  • I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies

    I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies

    I long to dwell in the ocean of fanciesanother body of water after a Countless.How can I help but dream of fishing every nightto catch such anything that puts me in bliss? I’d like to lay in a blanket of daisies—for the soil itself to be strands of my tresses.Does it matter if my eyes…

  • Slower mornings

    Slower mornings

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  • Rivera

    Rivera

    The longing to be like the river: having neither mind nor beating heart that may stop every rushing flow toward One one of the great oceans—an upside down sky, such is the view of the roaring river. If a river can read and move deep within the carvings of the earth If a river can…

  • Autumn whisper

    Autumn whisper

    Maybe we had once driven through a windy town to a rundown dinerWhere a song about sadness of a past time lingeredin happy notes over fruity tones from carelessly made coffeeI had hoped in this life you’d have more of those for me to see It is not that we ought to, but only that…

  • Projection

    Projection

    I am closing my eyes as the gentle up-and-down of this music carry me through the faint tangibility of my soul I’ve turned back to the music, the mysticism of art as my tears have now started to fall and I risk drowning in my nature I am silent, stuck and shaking, nervous as is…

  • Secrets of a rainy night

    On the roof is confrontation that strangely comforts me and my little brothers, asleep through this pitter-patter. In our room, it resonates this sound, through this this noise: they can sleep lying dogs after a long day and I in here can breathe, stay still, finally, still. The rain seeps through the ceiling making our…

  • I See You

    I See You

    “I see you,” / said an online group / where we / felt stressed and anxious, / experienced a sense of / well— / with words / “saw” / me—my hopes, fears, struggles, and dreams— Today’s reading