change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. we are the ones we’ve been waiting for. we are the change that we seek.
egression
[ih-gresh-uh n]: the action of going out or leaving a place noah treviĂąo
dedicated to the ones who were there when i needed you most you know who you are.
tense nt stumbled into the bathroom this morning ripped the mirror clean off the wall broke it into one thousand pieces then one thousand more twirled across the floor last night scuffed shoes slid frictionless tripped on my words once then bit my tongue ran into the bathroom two days past stood still in front of the mirror planned to stop and look away then stayed an hour more lost track of the entire rest of the evening articulated was not the right word misrepresented words pour out then lingered in the air running into the wind tomorrow feeling the cold air in my face purifying to say the least then a sigh of relief
socius nt it was 11:35 pm when i got home realizations that something was left behind fingerprints cooled on familiarities unaware the power they were wielding mirrors look strange up close forgetting i was looking into myself murmuring and empty eyes looking for untraceable joy
playing god nt hubris, my worst trait the sun just out of reach i spited you the whole fall lust, desire for power never to experience love i worry somethings missing forgiveness, begging for it repairing things is never easy when all you want is destruction
untitled (curtain call #3) nt my very existence feels like a performance every move a metaphor each day a different act lately i’ve wished for a curtain call a final bow time to move on
bottle caps nt sometimes getting through the day feels like trying to shave my face with a bottle cap. i scrape and tear away at my face to no avail. the more i try the less it seems to work. imagining myself standing there, staring down the mirror whilst wielding the small but mighty lid. there is no worse feeling than the dull metal pulling at my skin. it serves no true purpose other than irritation at this point. this is quite possibly the most inefficient way to shave, but it is the safest. not having the fear of nicking myself gives me a great deal of confidence. too many times before i have left my cheeks scarred from a shaky hand or a dull blade. the bottle cap fixes all of these problems by never solving anything in the first place. at best, it reminds me, i could go for another beer. maybe that will help?
wakeup call nt 5:07 am a car rolls down the street outside my window a bird awakens 5:23 am i turn on the shower wishing for minutes of sleep 5:48 am and i need to run until my legs fall off
uno, dos, tres nt just once nobody as to know like it never happened maybe twice not really a big deal it’s really for the better third times a charm i’m on top of the world for the last time, hopefully
still nt still? you whisper into my ear. hoping for a better answer wishing for a sweeter goodbye wanting to be as numb as i am still. i lay there for hours on end. waiting for something crying out for someone needing to feel as loved as i am
sol nt the sun came out today soaking in the sweet for the first time breathing was easy my eyes were dry today taking in the beauty like it never was smiling felt natural maybe it won’t last forever— but it was alright for a moment