14 9:02 pm : 20. 23
dying to meet where the past is something i can see :could see,
And everything sees.
never have i loved life so,, yet here i die.
i feel i give breath to this
feed the illusion but deep down
cannot shake that i we are nothing
im feeling that no matter what I say it will be exactly what I should have said.
how do you want me
im laying with someone else
and can no longer feel my arms flapping. but why is it nobody is telling me to stop. I keep moving and pushing,
hoping someone will pluck me out of the sky.
I worry my heartbeat is too loud but from in here I couldnt imagine it not keeping the time for me. Will you let me land yet.
Im looking down now
wondering whether you will let me in
so i can tell whether the sound of your breath is the same as what i hear here.
today is friday february 18th. i dont know why im writing to you but whoever you are please let me know youre there. I keep feeling as though if its meant to be it will be heard. you being there is me . you being the one for me i will wait
progress: this has been a year since february 18th. its here again
lateral and ongoing. goodbye february 2023
touching our boundary line , our enveloping membrane time travel : dreams: prophases
peak activity for sea soarers
nocturnal migration stop