02 february 2021
leap days
anniversaries every four years the (birth) day (of mourning) spaced out things go forth intermittently
the applause of a bleak winter day
is mimosa pods, dried out and clashing
dry rattlings in the tintless wind
turns out i was wrong yet again. i wasn't abandoned. i don't know what my deal is, truly.
a random piece from when i was high this weekend:
eyes' orbits like mandibles, like a sextant, aiming for those twin stars, the distance growing, open eyes under a slanted curtain, under ataxic eyelids; rapid eye movement pupils caught, encaged, by that spectre of sleep on that spectrum of irises like a rainbow prison (liberals.)
i need to write more. i've just been caught up in depression, schoolwork, friendship issues, and the vicious cycle of apathy and procrastination.
perhaps a piece on rewriting and giving up
like i wish i did.