#aphonic
Rollercoasters; rolling coasts across an emotional
spectrum; coast to coast the backside of a speck—
:a kick to the ****** to wreck them
into perspective.
Message of advice? I text them— but these notes
note me more than they help them; self-addressed
envelopes, stamped with things I never said out loud.
Maybe I’m just a noun— or a verb mid-becoming,
with too many adds before I add up, add-ons—
advertised into an adverb, modified by everything
that modifies me.
Adding verbs to sentences, trying to sentence
a word from the Word; naming meaning like I own
it… like language won’t one day outgrow me.
Faith-full. Hope-full. Grace-full—
until I lessen them… faith-less, hope-less,
grace-less— suffix stripped, self-slipped.
Up and down this rollercoaster— no safety bar
for the soul; just loops of who I was trying not
to throw up who I am.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 5:23 PM UTC
if you ask me
what i love,
i could give you a long list
of who and what.
but in my top three
would be clouds.
and im sure by now
if you've gotten this far..
you've asked yourself
or the device you're reading this on --
why?
why does this
random user like clouds?
give me a moment,
ill tell you in a few sentences..
it's because they tell stories.
their shapes
and stories are aphonic.
they speak to you
but not really.
that's why i love them.
you don't
know
what is "said"
but you also
know
what is "said"
at the same time.
which is such
an odd out of body
experience.
if that makes any sense
to a sane person.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC