paper angel

imagine we're both in a classroom, and the teacher's head is on fire, but the only ones who seem to notice this is you and i

softness and gentleness are on opposites sides of the spectrum of destruction and creation. through containing everything without structure, everything is inflated and destroyed. we live in an impossibly soft and suffocating time where no one ever seems to know what is wrong, but listlessly and pervasively something lingers that can be sensed. gentleness is a different kind of surrender. its existence will always promise connection, which will always promise.. change

this entire world... it is all sickly corpulent beneath the weight of everything. overgrown, rotting, wild with weight. but nothing is serious. nothing is real