if you could see through me now you'd see that I am only a shadow wishing your light or wishing anything a little closer from you:      your eyelashes              your saliva the corner of your mouth. contentment, I would find even in a thread of your hair. if you could see through me again you'd see life re-forming like a morning taking back the sky of the stars high above down here, you would be taking for you each piece of mine: my fingers            my stomach                     my life because if you could see through me you'd see that there is nothing when you not there.

-Mauricio Angelico

no one can think outside of what they know. Someone said something so resolutely. I wondered: how can you be sure?

Word vomit

In one position long enough ribs come closer together suffocation can happen in more than one manner ignore what you see from the corner of your eye it’s still there but out of mind waste of time to sit around all day and devote one’s being to what was already made placid or pathetic

the body hurts with the spirit and beauty shifts remember when words came out with rhythm and listening ears and instruments it could have been more it always could have been and will be again romanticize moments past even though then there was still so much pain and it will be the same again too

(Depression makes everything feel like only death, and when all is as quiet as it, that Life was there all along, WAS- just out of reach, and, even absorbed in this dry-sort-of-drowning, that it still is; life goes on!)

dreams about losing what has been given love to wake up indifferent (because men seem so indifferent to that music) changing blood to dark water waves licking feet and that’s all

a broken little girl that was so much like a woman in heart and mind and soul of course she had to break so young and she’s still there just beauty shifting so all’s the same and still nothing to do but think inside a shell the littlest mermaid

More like a crab

There is no where to go, when pages have been left dog-eared and torn but forward-

Wow, that’s so beautiful;

Your breath flies up with smoke, you choke, you poke fun at my heart’s greatest light;