I think I live mostly in my mind. I go through situations, I come to conclusions.
Do you ever feel or see that? How some people seem to be engaged somewhere else?
And some people are so tethered here
you wonder if it’s any better?
photo / c-isnenegro on Tumblr
subtlety and intricacy
less surface more unseen
with ties to roots and the edge
translating dreams here
photo / Polina Washington
my mind won’t let me inch towards
the features of your face
in an effort to protect itself
have you ever watched an angel
slowly turn into
photo / M Z
there are festering cesspools
where they speak of love
as how much an angel would endure
they don’t know
that love is quiet
looking for peace
Jezebel is a runaway chariot
a devil and an angel sit on her shoulders
who is the angel?
the Angel is learning the ways
of how the Devil sleeps
the sound of your pulse in my ears
I love your heavy steady heart
jolting me awake and calling me to sleep
watching my heart in another body
photo / Li Hui
time has passed
and I don’t know where I stand
with the idea of still having
remnants of you
photo / Tamara Lichtenstein
writing / berlin macuixtle (Thank You For Nothing Zine)
So subtly is the fume of life designed
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind
photo / marcin lichowski
writing / Edna St Vincent Millay
What is love? am I in pieces?
I see the promise that you made
do you still feel the same?
I’m in the periphery
your story’s not about me it’s without me
photo / Carrie Brautigam