[339] Lost Truth

[339] Lost Truth

In the evening I see shapes of people attempting to get fit from my window. I see in them familiar shapes and faces, enough for me to feel the urge to go outside and meet them. My eyes focus on one such familiar-looking individual.⁣ ⁣ He drags himself slowly with his head down, unaware of [...]

[337] Anticipatory Love

[337] Anticipatory Love

Dissociation in style I walk on reflected clouds It’s a metaphorical living I wish I could live on the ground I always wander in the spaces Liminal places of the nether world where the shape of a snow is intact and the anticipation of a surprise still better than the surprise of you visiting where [...]