i dont miss anything i miss nothing i miss nothing and everything and all of it like a cloud of existence invisible over the present that i'm learning to forget i still hold hands, with my heart and dance and sing cradle and touch wildly the incessant spring of nothing flowers

𝐎𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 "𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥" 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦
oh no
why why why why why why why couldn't
why didn't we -- two eyes steel exit shoot moon
shaken down linens in cold rain
my eyes are so tired #
from trying to keep up :
this is a reminder to myself to forget that i am alive, in order to be alive that i might rest occasionally from impossiblist global vision, and that to breathe might make it less overwhelming. the years are rich with friendship and love i rake the path soil woodland depth
my eyes are tired but i am strong when i remember to breathe
dance with each other
in flickering light