Two vultures have come to save the day
for my sensitive senses
sneering at smells seeping through nostrils.
Though the sight of a swarm that feeds
off the deceased intrigues.
To witness energy morphing in material matters.
A cyclical self sustaining unified purpose
sometimes rides on flat tires against the wind
inching up mountains only to glide down again.
At others it sprints on springs so that each step
allows gravity to give way a split second.
How to take hold of
that instant of soaring in between?
Tapping into the transitory
Nature of all things.
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.