Sunny Day

cracks in time as vapors pulled into my belly through my horrid lungs

this headache i never thought would go away

these visions of futures i have not seen – i could never see

these pasts of stupid things coming back, haunting autumn leafs

the sun is out again after months of the cold closet of winter

like it has for millenia and probably will

it doesn't make it feel any less new though

i think of Wilde, Harrison, Smith, or Hemingway sitting on the porch of a cafe on a day just like today – rolling the dice on some string of words that haven't been written yet.

as they bask and turn the suns shine into graphite.

yelping into the void

i aint no writer like them but i think i'll do the same.

start my garden. grow flowers from the leaves of a dead tree. bite the lemons to prevent scurvy, high-tail it to the low seas and watch the sun reach eternity.

on a day like today.

thank you for sticking around – dearest reader. even in this abysmal world, the sun still shines and at some point - the flowers will grow. on some day - much like today.

the first two images were made with lil pictures of flowers i drew on a tablet compiled with textures i found on the ground in nature. the third image is a portrait of me taken by chut at a new years party that came as quick as went, compiled with an image i took of a piece of plastic that seemed like it held a secret of the universe - but when i looked closer i found out that it was just plastic.

love

-s