Category: Psychological

socio

how do we open? I wonder at the capacity what do we do when we put a liminality inside a eternity? we ate of the intimate and seemed on the tender arcing with the revolution of many bones and souls.–

potential of a memory

in the light of the sun through a window; sized medium, shutters green-slight it slits on the top; reminds me of old cameras — yet what it records? life inside or outside? Both? I am soaked by the frame. It’s reference — a sketch….

song in rain

the rain drank the sun; the day fingers a grey-dark ceremonial like some ritualistic garb, aiming for some funereal demonstration or a pilgrimage set in marble and the edification of a time forged in multidimensional pathways — subtle yet interesting the rain drank the…

night tremors

there is a discord in my veins when I can’t sleep at night when I feel that the darkness is equivalence to my solemnity but also the rhapsody of my prayers there is nothing to shy away from the day only insubordinate time with…

crashing on boredom

What is this feeling we call boredom? — was it always a paradox? should be; life is in the roots in the air — zigzagging between the nodes in some membranous digits and some pockets the chemistry of boredom can only be measured when…

a scratch by a purr

there is a sensation in my bones a chirping of molecules like crickets fastened into my mouth and throat like some oral fixation feel myself moving like thuds in the attic a ghost of a heartbeat manifesting in poltergeist steroids of adrenalin and noise…

when I cannot sleep

I cannot sleep; the dust of it rounds my eyes into separate spheres, a sea in each dipping night’s ink like a chance of lead into the silvery apparition of a reflected moon cradled between the sinews of a hammocked brain there is a…

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