this place
of
no return
is just an
OTHER
fleeting
moment
to LOOK
back on
to.
.
watching
the SELF
do
all the things
sort
all the STUFF
walk through
the
mud
like
i for
got
WHO I WAS
supposedly
supposed
to BE.
.
when time
dis
SOLVES
it feels like
freedom
+ there s
no
WHERE
else to be
than here.
.
the other side
of
an experience
is known when
UNDERGONE.
.
a thousand
TIMES
goodbye
to
a thousand
things
of
long gone
TIMES.
.
it s EASIER
to blame
it all on her
the witch
screaming
on
the
creaking stairs
from the core
of her intuition.
history repeats
it
SELF BE
cause the un
RE
SOLVED
is kept buried
BE
neath the sur
face.
.
loss of truth
comes with
the freedom
of
not having
to
JUSTIFY /
defend any
THING any
more.
WHO cares
about
being right.
.
can you
tell me
does
the streaming
EVER
END.
.
people
cannot
be
MADE
to com
prehend
what
they RE
unwilling
to.
.
truth appears
to BE
an elastic term
as i watch LIFE
falling into sur
realistic realms.
+
i see the storm
coming
the clouds pre
venting CLEAR
VISION. +
i cannot help it.
.
it s
never
for
EVER.
sensitivity
is the
SPECTRUM
of intensity
with which
SENSORY
information
is
processed.
.
where the
deepest blue
of
melancholia
is not
WELCOME
the
brightest
yellow
of JOY
wont come
either.
the soul sinks
into
a
mediocre
GREIGE
of
no expression.
.
different
is not
wrong
it s JUST
different.
UNDO
these ties
un
COVER
these lies
preventing
the soul
from
REALISING
as SELF.
.
FLOORED
until
grounded
/
what play
is THIS.
do you
ever
long
for a
simple
LIFE.
.
only when
i d washed
ALL of you
out of me
could i BE
in my own
ENERGY.
letting go
is an
embodied
PROCESS.
fuck
adhering
to a
standard
set by
some
outer
instance.
if
PRACTICING
perfectionism
at least
do it
on your own
TERMS.
.
full videoperformance available here:
is it edgy
to STAND
on
the edge.
where do
you
put
the worst
OF
thoughts.
.
ALL the
solutions
are
existent
in
the ether
wanting
TO BE
realised.
as
the self
realises
it
realises
how to
realise.
.
such a
clear sign.
such an
unclear
message.
are these signs
misread.
are these signs
random.
are these signs
MEANT TO BE
SIGNS.
is making
MEANING
of life
an illusion
that
RANGES
from
full of purpose
to
FREE FALLING
into
the bluest
DEPTH
of the sub
conscious.
.
FLOORED
by what if
questions.
throwing
ice
like ELSA
until every
one
replicates
the frozen
heart
KEEPING
me
from re
SOLVING
into
the rivers.
.
all of this
to realise
THERE is
an
other way
of under
standing
TRUTH
out there.
who
ARE YOU
when the
LEARNED
be
HAVIOUR
falls away.
.
