colors colors everywhere

I climbed the teetering tower, stood over the river, and flew off.

I slowly fell downward.

The clear water gathered me in and pulled me through.

I could feel the comfort it gave as green weeds brushed my sides.

Sinking to the bottom I turned my body over to look up.

The sun glimmered through and comforted me through this passing.

today, this is how i feel

edward weston

true story

I sit on the couch listening to the dribbling and hum of our air conditioner. You walk into the room, check your phone. Leave the room. Leave me alone. I am sitting here unsure of this feeling inside, it is an empty and sad and insecure feeling. You notice some of it, but ignore it. If I try to wake myself from this, you are settled in the mood I created before. I cannot make amends in this day, it is too late.

I am stuck.

I take a bath, hot, full, and I almost drown in it. My body rests in this limited sea and in it my body crumbles into the waves. I slip into dreams and I force my eyes open. I will drown if I let this continue. Sadly I shower it off and leave this place of comfort.

helmut newton

it needs to be

What is this all when it is lived alone.

The lonely spectator.

This will all disappear soon and it would have left you wanting.

Ripping open and popping buttons,

baring the most hidden aspects

challenging your weakness and burning comfortable bridges.

It has to be.

This way that you have traveled is a shadow behind you.

The movements you had are dead limbs on trees.

a different view

marius filipoiu

endless days

flickering screens, buzzing earphones, eyes glazed, heart numbed. The doors are closed and in this hole, nothing else matters. You are further and further from my door. No more knocking, no more, no more no more no more. burned with your absence, sleeping is uncomfortably alone.

my body bends and crouches down, the water sears my back.

weighted.

unsightly.

gasps filling with hot drops.

opening my legs can say so much.

my words bounce around on walls.

dark eyes sink

pulling feet from the ground, the world spins beyond. Changes are not contained within this bellowing cry. flocks fly away and people close their eyes.