1 of 5

We are insects in the space in-between, we must endure.

2 of 5

A new day beckons

Today is different from the rest

Does the rain wash over the pain?

or is it stained in the fabric of our soil.

3 of 5

A new cliche//The object cause of desire

Think of trying out surfing as a counteractive approach to reality in order to escape this field of immersion in which our existence is caught…

4 of 5

I can only find rest
on fleeting billows
& dream of wilting willows.

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The Bluebell

Make room for the new,
for new things there.

“Feeling overlooked & undercut?”
See, there’s a lot going on in the world
Somehow I’d taken in on by myself
Felt like it was me and only me
but how could it be when I see you.