#weightlessness
Hands feel the shake, eyelids drawn low,
The voice was lost, letting the scream go,
Everything filled with weightlessness,
Body lighter than air — numbing the chest.
Can't move — but like taking off with flight,
The cigarette too heavy can't try to light.
The bed like a battlefield: pillows are bastions,
Fortress falls, first moan — and only weightlessness.
It's scary to surrender — will he be mercy?
Give yourself completely, allowing intimacy.
Mixing one's soul with a stranger's soul,
To discover how this could be so.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 6:29 AM UTC
Across the pond, the willow stands crooked.
Its branches dangle like old ropes,
swaying without sound, without wind.
The pond below reflects too clearly
what remains hidden from the moonlight.
The air tastes still, touched with iron.
And as you’re drawn closer,
your breaths become more shallow.
You step beneath the canopy—
the light dims, filtered through veils of green.
The bark peels in thin, curling strips,
pale as old skin, soft as ash.
Limbs arc overhead in slow descent,
not reaching for you, not retreating—
only waiting, as if they always knew
you would come.
Your hand finds the trunk—
its surface damp, not with rain,
but something older, seeped from within.
The bark gives slightly beneath your palm,
sponge-soft, like bruised fruit or a breath held too long.
A pulse of cool rises through your fingers—
not a heartbeat, but close enough
to make you forget your own.
Time thins beneath the branches,
then vanishes altogether.
Your feet no longer remember the ground,
your body learning a quieter balance.
Each burden slips free, one by one—
name, weight, breath—
until there is only sway
and the soft mercy of being held.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
"This place had a heartbeat in its day."
For some reasons i can't explain, a brutal way to ameliorate anxiety is positioning myself into another duty. Embodied by mobility, airport evokes thinking as much as hearkening — the highest stage of listening: only to listen. It grows as a form of sensory participation of a field without attaching any meaning to sounds and therefore allows the subject and object of this acoustic event to entangle. Those who can and do hearken hold an intensity that keeps them sensitive to the environment they entered and altered. Am i among them? At least i could let sounds penetrate through the body; it cures and splits all at once, incorporating debris of imagination, action, and aspiration.
Sounds do not disappear, only dissipate; so do voices. The line between volition and ideal no longer equivocal; I’m taking a chance, a fall, a shot. In dreams I hardly dream a figure who hasn't yet show up — perhaps becoming. And yet amorphous, heavy worries kept me awake. Again, i flowed with them — into billows that would otherwise engulf hope. What those worries eclipsed was memory, an anchor of sentience that fears going on fire. Experiences dissipate, lowing the volume, silent, but sometimes, it haunts anyway, earsplitting.
Later this Fall i’m getting to know every route in this county and tell thee where not to speed. As i split the road down the middle, gusty wind invades the turmoil, ever torn. I almost froze. In seconds the world seems so simple. Perturbation surrounds, and i don't know that i can take another fight. A timid grim, drowsiness incriminates me escaping into unmade blanket and unmatched timezone. Not having to make sense is such a luxury. And I really love the sense of unsettlement writing brings me; it exposes something I didn’t know I know. 5: 43 pm December 5, 2025. Islands District. 22 Celsius. 56% humidity. Right off the port. It feels more foggy than my August arrival but the exact moisture permeates. I still hold the thrill, you know? “Having no regrets is all that i really want.”
AWE Zone A. A2, 379. The distance of a few seats took me 364 days.
It is in the most unlikely situation that I understand the dynamics between me and the uncontrollable. Then the message it carries is: suppressing expectations on others might help but the expedient decision made by the self refuses any Plan B. And I won’t fan the heat into flames. Gigantic windows, sparsely populated seat, Nodi ***** and my RD Batch#1 DRAFT7.5. No one is wrong; 'tis the last substratum of lived experience. By the way, I skipped meal again, defying Prof.Maxine’s note but not another: stay hydrated.
The plane was taking off. Overweight and weightlessness, all-consuming.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
Euphoria takes you to places above the clouds,
Floating with the wind.
Not a ****** pleasure,
Just a visceral high.
Clarity within the mind,
The heart unrestricted in the body.
With a gentleness of child.
Euphoria floods the system deep,
Breaking past all levees of pain.
Weightlessness.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
I see things in the clouds,
pretty things,
scary things,
sometimes just shapes and fluff.
I feel things becasue of the clouds,
weightlessness,
lightheartedness,
sometimes just nothing.
I think about things because of the clouds,
flying far away,
how lovely that would be,
sometimes just mesmerized into sleep.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
I go to a place
Where I can be alone
My steps are light and airy
And my body feels weightless
Joy floods my soul
My face just glistens
From the mere fact
That I'm happy
And I can't stop smiling
When I go to this place
Cloud walking
I call it
When I walk with no regards
I hear no one
I see no one
It's just me
Thinking happy thoughts
As I cloud walk
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC