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Me, before my weekly trimming of the outer ear hair
Last Night I Slept With Chrystal / Her Core A Vivid Black / Last Night I Slept With Chrystal / An Attempt To Ground Myself / Last Night I Slept With Chrystal / This Day I Slept As Well / This Night I Will Abandon / The Grounding Of Myself / This Night I Will Abandon / The Use Of The Tourmaline
in dreams I walk / in dreams I talk / in dreams I am no longer bound / bound to the promises made / the day before I became
tomorrow I’ll make pancakes / whipped cream and strawberry jam / then sit around the table / with absent friends
I could write about love / correction / I could try and write about love / drawing from a lifetime of “experiences” / the question is why / why would I write about something / something which is as far-fetched as winning millions on lottery / why feed the dream / when the outcome / is inevitable
I could write about love / correction / I could try and write about love / drawing from a lifetime of “experiences” / the question is why / why would I write about something / something which is as far-fetched as winning millions on lottery / why feed the dream / when the outcome / is inevitable
outside time and space / I exist not here / I exist not there / nowhere and everywhere / I close my eyes at sunrise / at dusk I come alive / in 2D space I roam / between pillars of ice / you will find my bones
wrapping up the dinner plates / a whiff of port and fruit cake lingers / echoes of laughter ringing still / in silence I retire / making my bedding solely / preparing for a slumber rich / tomorrow a new day coming / I need vivid dreams this night / to make up the new lies / for tomorrow
One of the most beautiful realisations I’ve had
Is that there are worlds within us
That we can share through sights and sounds and ink
One of the most crippling observations I’ve had
Is that these worlds are so rarely seen
Because so few of us are able, and even fewer are willing