I want metal in my flesh and ink under my skin.
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I want metal in my flesh and ink under my skin.
They must remember the loving-kindness, applied with fearless compassion.
Sometimes as I walk under balmy, cloudy night skies
I see a little orange glow wink into existence…
There are times we are alone, even when people like to say we’re not. Some things we have to do ourselves, so we kind of are alone. We can still connect with others along the way, but that doesn’t mean they are fighting with us.
Pitch currents surging on the floor of my personal blue
Congeal on their own time coaxed by the watchful gaze of the other…
Brief stream-of-consciousness response to the writing of a friend.
It’s not about being good enough or even “good” at all.
Wood floor to night sky
Plucking signal from my noise
Dear friend newly found
Sometimes I feel a little envious of the people who have grown up developing close bonds with extended family members.
A vast sea with secret currents.