Just To Observe
ilunga
Day 338. Not every gate is worth passing through.
jaaneman
Day 337. I want to kneel beside him and comb his hair with cold hands.
sitzfleisch
Day 336. My boots tap lightly against the horse's flanks.
mbuki mvuki
Day 335. Cecile Cafe with pastel chairs like Easter eggs.
volta
Day 334. April is Clara offering me chocolates on the video call; do you want the dark mint, or can I keep it?
oriour
Day 333. The universe is the kiln, and we are Her clay.
daroir
Day 332. I sleep with all limbs extended. Cast overboard. A drowning woman. Or a bird, soaring above the sealine.
asur
Day 331. I write because it is the space between clinging and not caring.
mishmish
Day 330.
shams
Day 329. I'd rather be alone with my desire.
ruya
Day 328. You're hurt. Amanda had said. I'm not. I'd said.
altitonant
Day 327. Love and loathing are siblings.
volta
Day 326. My life is a run-on sentence and I like it this way.
nakhes
Day
mudita
Day 325. They prefer the thing twitching to the carcass with no life left.
firgun
Day 324. I want a love that wipes out the future and cancels the question of what is next.
tesoro mio
Day 324.
sei un dono
Day 323. We walked out holding hands.
per sempre insieme
Day 322. Of all the lovers who kept me guessing, I would say no. 14 was the most enchanting.
pazza di te
Day 321. To climb out from this plastic womb and return to the primal source of wanting.