Once, I misplaced the breaks in my heart. That was a day without paint.
These skins resound a rhythm just below the ear’s reach, so look.
See that ghosting flicker, call it urgency. History. The edge of before.
Call it, cipher.
What is the word for this want?
Only wrong answers can help me now.
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Inspired by the work of Oscar yi Hou.
only wrong answers … as they all are 😉 Much love, my friend.
Much love to you, Amaya! : )
“What is the word for this want?”
Yes. So much of our experience in life is beyond description.
Beautiful work, thank you.
Thank you so much for this kindness. So glad you are here.