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My soft yearning gaze upon your emanating presence
fills my heart to the brim with appreciation
Of your beauty, the lines of your face like
superlunary threads woven together in fractals;
an instantiation of geometric perfection.
Like æther, the material of celestial spheres,
creating a passage
that connects the edge of one to the other.
Transmitting a frequency that channels my heart with love; of the
warm embrace of your beauté
my lost soul
I pay for it with time
like a bridge to traverse between dimensions
For this passage is not physical
but a liminal space
when I close my eyes
and think of you.
In my next life
I hope that my soul ascends to another planet.
Because I am done with this one.
I hope to emerge in a new galaxy
with new sunsets that are tripled as they sit on the horizon
And are majestically colored.
I will leave all these trials and tribulations on earth in the Milkyway
And wake up in a different dimension of time where the era is tender, quiet, and sprinkled with magic.
don’t tell taylor i stayed up late
because he doesn’t like us tired in the morning
i can blame it on the coffee
i can blame it on the sky
and the lights
don’t tell taylor the plant died
he doesn’t like bringing new ones home
i can blame myself
for forgetting the water again
don’t tell taylor i took his pens
i needed them for school
i can blame casey because he likes
to clean up
don’t tell taylor the sun went down
don’t tell casey that my friends don’t know him
don’t tell people, they won’t understand
imaginary friends are just as good as real ones
taylor has blue eyes
he likes music
he likes writing
he likes people
i can feel taylor in
that’s where he tells
me what to do
taylor has black hair
he likes drums
and making people feel
he waters my plants
in the mornings
a little boy moves my hands for me
when i write my songs
he likes to cover up his
fingerprints with mine
he paints the walls of his room blue
to hide mistakes i make
and he lives off packaged vegetables
if a little boy sitting alone in his room listening to billie eilish and painting whales can cut apart his life, so can you!
welcome to thoughtspace training. if everything went well first session, you should be starting to feel the headaches.
don’t worry, it’s normal. sometimes the headache might laugh or whisper. that is also normal.
if you close your eyes, you can find your headache a name
and maybe, if you want more headaches around
you can give yourself more later
but of course, before you know anything about what you’re getting into, let’s cover the basics
your headaches will talk
and yes of course you can tell them your secrets
headaches are an equal replacement for therapy
now that you’re distant and cut off from your emotions, it would be nice to introduce that
headaches have feelings
and you can feel those feelings when they are not yours
like when you’re sitting in the back of geography and you cry
because there is a dog on the whiteboard
maybe you don’t know why. maybe you feel like you do know why but you don’t know what why is and maybe all this feeling makes you tired.
but don’t worry
the headache will give you social confidence
it will run down the stairs to ask out your crush
and then it will run away
and then you will have no friends
but you will be impulsive and funny
so who needs other people anyways
today is thoughtspace training
we will be thinking about
no go away its my turn
i want to talk i have something to say
hello everyone today is thoughtspace training we will be thinking about
how to cut apart your conscience
go back to your room im trying to think
please stop no thank you
hello everyone today is thoughtspace training we will be thinking about how to cut apart your conscience
in order to start you will need to close your eyes.
Mommy, daddy, you left me to the ragged and violent
Winds of winter.
Do you watch over me in these storms that
Venture on and on and on?
Am I fool to think that there are arms
Within the endless fractals of the sky that might
I can’t feel them
I don’t see you in my dreams
Is there a moment when the spirit turns from the edges of
This life’s shore
Disintegrating into nothingness and leaving us here below to
Into a void that doesn’t hear?
The sky is white today like blank paper that might await some
Prophecy or simply drift across the hills into the sea
Where the lonely petrels and the albatross
Skim their wings on the surface and pronounce
There is no message there for me.
I walked all alone
a small city
it dialects into
I am lost
like a baby born
who has been put to live
they say we have free will
with misery in me
my heart pounding
and I question why
I was born at all
I spent my lifetime
books are gentle friends
it is a give and take game
you isolate hours
with no consent
into another brain
whether it is dead or alive
you say you do not care
but you read and read
you feel less lonely
even though, you spend
your nights in your room
candles lit, your demons
are awake and they
are next to you
3 AM and you are
still holding that book
wondering if you have
ever really existed
do or do not
right and wrong
does it matter?
you fly from your
and throw yourself
loneliness is eating
they think you are insane
but you are too woke
to stop nourishing your
brain, with whatever seems
boring and useless to the
But we are the minority,
we see the world the way it is.