a melancholic day. no center. the mantra repeats redundantly in my head. i have no meaning. i just wait for the "sound" to somehow make that transformation inside me. i am the vehicle waiting to hear the calling. i wonder why so often i live between confusion and state. sometimes i live in dream and sometimes i live awake.
poetry, poetic prose, experimental expression: my journey with words, meanings, memories, love and dreams.
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- bright.
- first draft:
- spinning tiny head thing.
- shooting star.
- ordinary celebration.
- Vestal Virgin.
- through the mirrorstall cities dissapear
- ectasy or earth?
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- Lotus.
- goddess light.
- neptune: i live and dream.
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- eternal:
- hit by sunlight
- snowed in.
- rooftop view.
- the theory of nothing.
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