The artificial eye and I — I was there, dimly lit by the evening lights, standing in front of the hangar. I noticed a surveillance camera in the upper corner of the lifted gate. This lifeless cyclops, eyeballing me. A staring contest I would surely never win. And, despite my anarchistic nature, along with the convictions…

It’s never really unforeseen — can you tell me I’m beautiful? can you please make it easier for me to walk across these communal lanes? I’m feeling — *sigh* I keep hitting the walls of my own skin. I’m feeling claustrophobic. it all keeps itching and I can’t seem to grasp the I who used to fit…

No. Put your dirty mind aside // *trigger warning: death* — twenty four street light poles stood surrounding a stadium, and as they swayed back and forth rattling in the wind a red and white candy cane shined looking rather out of line. many things happened in the stadium. apart from children running laps playing ball and jumping jacks as if…

As rain and the distant hum play against the silence — conversations about nothing. or is it just me am I the boring one? “wither and die” — I repeat, mostly jokingly, but with a solid grain of seriousness. the sky is unbelievably grey. very very grey. and I drown in these clouds sitting behind the window. …

I’m not judging, God forbid. — I would be inclined to second-guess your composure, sir. the waves are beating against the rocks when the Buddhist monk stands tight fisted at times blinking, twitching, oh, the rock is … crumbling. rather unanticipated, isn’t it? […] suspicion. my vision zooms in on your expression. I begin to wonder of…

Some closed their eyes, some didn’t have a pair to close — Flower, unfold. The figure shakes. Petals pulse to spread, express, But some force neglects the tremble, Shackling the roots beneath the dirt. Fragile is the nature of a beauty unrecognized. Wavelengths quake, Color wants to glow, Color’s overgrown floating in the womb, Posing questions: — Mother, How can I be…

All Quiet on the New Year’s Table Front — there’s a pig squealing at the table, what shall we do about it? shouldn’t it lie on the table stuffed with goodies and a tomato? unfortunately, the customs are slightly different in this family. high-pitched stories are filling up the room, it’s PIGGIE she’s struggling to finish her lines failing to…

A multi-layered question of purpose and meaning — They say interesting thoughts come to you in the shower. What defines my direction? All of these things? Am I at the shore because of all of these things? […] What if I am wrong in my judgment? What if one of those things is wrong? What if all of…

Once again, I whisper — the numbers they don’t stop. when you’re tired and you whisper ugh, can I take a breather? they keep going, they cannot hear. now you sit and click. you show up and they provide. it’s a — strictly professional relationship — and it works for now. one day you come…