5.7.15

I know I'll be okay in the end but I feel like shit right now.


I'm tired of dissimulation, of artfulness (of art?). I want existence, not signs. Language impedes communication as much as creating it.

My body is tired of holding my emotion. My brain is tired of thinking my thoughts. My words are tired of carrying meaning. The vessels are not enough.







Sunrise/Sunset
North Garden, VA 2015


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