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strolling thru meadows of melancholia, gathering posies redolent of sorrow ~audhd~ocd~pdd~ wp: https://refractreality.wordpress.com bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:3yjerjyqbebagtkxzelzmpzt/feed/aaacqtaesqkoe banner: osnat tzadok

Planet today, the audacity of the sun punk-sprung and deadly, like the glass lamps we couldn’t stop touching. Free to a good home, it sank down the side of my face, and I cried like a planet, while the sun like my eyes were free and to a good home, while the it shone.

I pray to touch, to hold, to keep what is aflame. I am changing, transforming, aching. Flowing, pausing, pulsating cosmic trails. I am, I tell myself. I am, I repeat. I am but life replies that dawn is an illusion. Hands outheld to the wild, trees hear this fall and re-invent my call.

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This photo cutting a metal train a smooth spark this morning he wants to run and he’s crying everyone I knew was onboard catch you everyone And I’m running and I’m running and he’s crying and I’m not ready and I’m flying a bus home it hurts to look at

these dreams #depart like webs on the wind in a tangled bramble of silkless litterfall even the final hope cannot free the straitjacket - bedazzled by bloody bite marks and thrashing scores - too tight, too small like a throat in shock scars screaming in the darkness without a word #vss365

It fell on us from the rafters making us half tar-blind dripping into our coffee at the neighbours’ house we flicked as cigarette ash onto the carpet left us where we fell walked to work the usual way shaking hands with a dust bunny turned this into a bitumen river itching to burst the bank

For every time you told me your sigh is a frown and your girl is a woman with your downward face your face so drawn I am moving with it down down with salt lips that is, I am making a note in my palm and a soundless sound across a soundless salted living room, that is I kiss it to you.

i've sat in the shade while ages passed; friend only to a puddle by my side. everyday, she shows me the sun #swoon to the moon's sultry shimmer, and the folly in the sway as this mighty oak withers. patiently she plies her ways, until i too am reduced to a puddle engorging our loneliness #vss365

on a good day, the present is numb. an #appraisal by dissonance and fire, trapped between time's weeping entropies. sorrow was never meant to be a synecdoche for life, but i fail to see a future blessed without unrelenting tearfall. today is not a good day. #vss365

what is a will to live but a dalliance with #apprehension just one more tattoo of slender sliver just another sleepless night at the whim of dissatisfaction life and will aren't coterminous when its maker is met, so too is mine excuse me, i have a will to kill #vss365