i've been working on more visceral writing pieces
writing:
ripe summer air, baking my insides and my outsides thoroughly. a short temper goes in one hand, ice cream in the other. depression always feels odd in the sunshine. two things can be true at once, but these two shouldn't be. waiting until the next needle passes through my skin to hush the thoughts.
sleep has been cut into quarters over a 36 hour period - probably only 24 but it feels infinite and these feelings that accompany it feel infinite. falling into a trap door of a labyrinth. unable sort myself, walking on the ceiling as my thoughts tumble out my head and my emotions simmer. a soup that you've forgotten about, now an angry boil, trailing broth and bits of food over the edge, making for a sticky mess to clean up later.
wrinkly fingers, and smudged tattoos worn in from sun and time that has passed. glamorous white hair, soft and shiny even in its peak gray tone. a home full of books, a cut off at 80 and smile lines. the only real goals. i want my neck to ache with the labor of love i find myself committed to. grateful for the pain in a room full of my art and a lifetime of practice.
slow and steady wins the race, but the race feels like it's almost over these days. grabbing onto laminated edges, light bulbs and ciggarette buds. sleeping soundly tonight, a double dose hits my blood stream. lucky for tonight, and maybe i will be tomorrow too.
music:melatonin - tinasheultra villan - marraratotal freedom- cowgirl cluesad porn- baby novatest it - erika de cesar
books:
books i want to read fiction (new releases)
angel down - daniel kraus
nymph - sofia mantrone
the hearing trumpet - lenora carringtonlost lambs - madeline cash
mending bodies - Lai Chu Hon
non fiction
the right to oblivion: privacy and the good life - lowry pressly
a people's history of the united states - howard zinn
innocent subjects - terese johnsson