day 4: visible.

As if we could scrape the color off the iris and still see.��� ��…Maggie Nelson, Bluets

This music is a trampoline and I am jumping my way into it.

Have you ever wondered what a body would look like out of tune?

Lightening can be like an alarm clock to the soul.

I want you to tell me what you see when you look at me.

Three hands on piano keys on a saturday before 10pm and a tongue burns from earl grey elixir.

Kind of like what I imagine Winter to be.

You can always press snooze.

Tricky. Matted. Smell. Leaflet. Groan. Hunted ��ing. Blue. Draft.

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