I am you looking at yourself
Interested and understanding. You’re the most intriguing thing I’ve found since the universe began expanding. You are the leaf that dropped on the ground near market street With a pattern so beautiful I couldn’t help but meet. After collecting and admiring, noticing you’re too interesting to alter. Just the perfect texture. And you are me looking at myself Through your own specific spot in the retina. The one that loved the sun so, that it gave it a hole in its vision to climb into--so as to always remember: light only exists because of darkness understanding because of confusion. And to never forget about that love because that love propels the you-in-verse, through unison. And we are each other and the birds and the bees. We are the bark and we are the leaves. We are the motherboard and ram Just computing what we perceive. I am you and you are me Only with different brains and bodies. Similar but dissimilar Like two puzzle bits near one another. We are a piece and we are a whole And we Are connected.
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AuthorMostly in a state of existential crisis, wrapped up in my own mind and in the thoughts that weigh heavy through cyclical depression. Thoughts consisting of anxiety and unhappiness about school, society, humanity, the world, the waste, the ignorance, and my own inner conflicts of knowledge and memory cause constant yearning to exist in a more positive and productive state. My writing through this time has reflected the tendencies I have to think too much, my resolution being through doing art and through connecting with nature. My writing process is usually different every time. Sometimes by compiling small phrases I’ve jotted down in my notes, other times by writing stream of consciousness, and others are more about what word sounds intrigue me. I have found that my writing reads best when I utilize all of these tactics together. Archives
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