She understands the slow burn better than me, and I don’t blame her. The full moon from my birthday is waning, I conserved as much as I could.
Calm chaos. Calm chaos. Calm chaos. I saw solitary people, I saw a couple of cars. I turned the block, solitary. I spied an amber cat, old and full, strong, slink under the car. Calm chaos. He came out under the car, descended down the stairs. I opened the door and walked back into theContinue reading “Sal Dulu | Antasma”
Not aggressive, but alive. Though to be alive for yourself, some aggression is the cure. A smile can be aggressive when they expect downcast eyes. Don’t flinch.
Chaos can be peaceful. Red can be soothing. You have to remind yourself, to keep yourself from straying. Recognize your distractions. Take a peek outside your window, but slink back into yourself – lest you pour your energy into a fleeting figment, which will inevitably dissolve because the muse you can’t lose is inside.Continue reading “Baraka | Leisure”
High pressure. Become comfortable with being uncomfortable. Somebody to love is everywhere, somebody to love is you. I have an exam on public speaking tonight. A dirty martini with Alice at RPM has my name on it when I’m done.