Spent so long seeking through the static
finally tuning in to clarity. Sounds so crisp
the vibrations emanate for days. Open
as a lotus and absorb the divine.
To see stars of smiles and people as planets.
Chartreuse me in a majorve way.
An asteroid human thrusts inside
as lava blood flows hot
cool sweat swims down smooth flesh.
Tangible tax and toppings
are a layer of fog to cloud life's truths. No wonder
people pay others to forget about their morals.
but we are merely mortal morsels after all.
Glibs and globs of matter and energy
slices of spirit seeking proactive patience.
Sometimes the static has something to say.
Mostly 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.