everything is architecture, my dear. everything from your grassroot warehouses to this umbrella I hold to avoid sunlight. the striations take form too even in your absence.
objects stemming from wounds
my injuries generate the art
i am simply losing it between frames & bits that haven’t translated properly to your eyes to your ears re-use this teabag twenty times over to memorize & dilate aroma i know how to clutch onto details until my hands shake from letting go but if you leave for dear life i will scale seas to pretend i am alright i would fake being alright for your own sake because you couldn’t handle the weight of anyone’s sadness if you were the cause of it but I can understand armour derived from anger up against broken thought hitting transparent walls far from getting off off of sad remainders you look you look you go
the lack of explanation has ceased to make me falter.
so I continue to pick away until trespassing becomes clear.
these words refuse to jump my throat.
flourish and transform
into beasts so eager
to feed on high delicacy
I find myself reading about science and math that I may never truly understand when it comes to the technicalities. What I’m interested in is how it translates into life and how we articulate with each other. I suppose this is because I used to think too much on the technical aspects of things, and I felt restricted in some way. Knowing theory is great, but I also think it’s fantastic to break away from all of the principles and just be.