EIGHTY FIVE18.08.2024
I look at my feet and it doesn't look like they belong to a stranger. how are you even supposed to have memories of your feet? i don't know. i think if everything i do is very ritualistic, then i am constantly in a state this state of hypnosis, in this state of fluttering consciousness. i miss everything that i used to be familiar with. it makes me angry. i try and try and try, and it just safer sometimes to sink into all of these soft things, into the arms of people i used to know. i reach far back and my fingers just start at all the nothing that is left there, not much left to say between all of this space, i need you sometimes, that's all.
I look at my feet and it doesn't look like they belong to a stranger. how are you even supposed to have memories of your feet? i don't know. i think if everything i do is very ritualistic, then i am constantly in a state this state of hypnosis, in this state of fluttering consciousness. i miss everything that i used to be familiar with. it makes me angry. i try and try and try, and it just safer sometimes to sink into all of these soft things, into the arms of people i used to know. i reach far back and my fingers just start at all the nothing that is left there, not much left to say between all of this space, i need you sometimes, that's all.