about the idea of holding eyes
This is real each and every drop.
Can you feel the softness wrap around you?
It doesn’t have to be sharp it doesn’t have to crash around you,
I wake up and I am scared. I am swirling in my thought. What just happened? What did I emerge from? The thick of wet water and dry earth my feet land on charged ephemeral ground and my mind my minds is not here. The hours leak by for they disappear certainly into pools within myself, my…