MOTION

16.30

It's 16.30 The need to sleep is like the winter wind come crashing against bare skin. My eyes are fluttering ,my head a bag of snow my arms heavy irons banging against my laptop tired as i am, whirring and muttering like an old fool unable to shut up.

close your mouth. close your mouth. close your mouth. shut your eyes.

A million things running in my head. Things to do tonight. Things to do tomorrow. Things to do over the weekend. Things i could have done during the day if the hours stretched beyond 24 and I didn't feel the need to sleep like the flash of heat come burning through my head a supernova exploding my arms dirty reminders of things i could create instead let loose and wasted in the wind tired as i am, of drying tears and realizing it isn't winter and wishing it wasn't only 16.30.



and so i took my camera. and i shot.

going through the house, it took seconds to realize which things i would take photos of. they had voices and they were calling out to me.
MINDSTAINS


TOUCH


ordinary things can represent so much more, and getting caught up in the profundity of the ordinary, my thoughts seemed to follow some sort of unknown order.


i remember this poem i wrote years ago...

the words,
they spill over
these infected words
that fill my mind.
they attach themselves
to faces and images
rubber stamps of memory and dreams
leaving marks
harder to trace
much harder to erase
than the footprints
from my
mud-browned shoes.



SECRETS

DIVERSITY



and i was calm.

and i could think. and feel.

at least for now.

HIBERNATION

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