pushed into, turning
i play the part of a human
i play the part of a human
still posture, stiff conversations
not used to living a life
times-tried-tired, infirm
here, everything is work
under pressure
time is relative to inner state
during life/death/pain experiences
seconds exaggerate, moments herniate
we aren't chasing to lose or find ourselves
but for a moment, to loosen times devout grip
experiences, junkies, newness
canvases stretched taught
<:><:><:><:><:><:><:>
for now, i play the part of a shell
an endless mirroring echo
emanating from an undefinable swell
trying to forget, i am not real
behind closed eyes
where lost images glow
a negative, an imprint
memories etched on eyelids
not used to living a life
times-tried-tired, infirm
here, everything is work
under pressure
time is relative to inner state
during life/death/pain experiences
seconds exaggerate, moments herniate
we aren't chasing to lose or find ourselves
but for a moment, to loosen times devout grip
experiences, junkies, newness
canvases stretched taught
<:><:><:><:><:><:><:>
for now, i play the part of a shell
an endless mirroring echo
emanating from an undefinable swell
trying to forget, i am not real
behind closed eyes
where lost images glow
a negative, an imprint
memories etched on eyelids
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| Image by Chantal Anderson |