mystic
energy circulates from my toes up and through my legs, throughout my core, up and through my arms passing the base of my neck and around the crown of my skull.
i focus on all this energy, feeling the vibration of my soul and direct it to my hands.
pointed at a playing card lightly placed on my dresser, i will the card to lift up and move.
unsurprisingly nothing too eventful happens and i go back to brushing my teeth, but no-less inclined to try again later this week.
this life i have
am i all that i want to be? going forward
if i can only take those things i’ve truly loved— will i be going on empty handed?
will i be going with hands at all?
spoiled forgotten
three seconds of beauty are sometimes enough to make my whole day a good one,
i just have to remember to actually pay attention to any one thing for longer than two
echos of some future
i can’t remember everyone who has loved me
nor all those who i have loved,
and yet— quite undeniably— i can still feel their presence
more human
without a body i am a light in a void, yearning for you to come closer
but,
with your eyes open you can’t see me
three possible futures
laughing at the sky, drunken as horse, i ride backwards to my grave
chasing something
every second can be an eternity,
each one that passes is the birth and death of infinity.
maybe that’s why it feels like i’ve known you for forever