SOme bodies

Jan, 2026

Some bodies speak to mine

Limbs of those mostly complain about misplacement

While they are screaming in my face

“It is very hard to tame one’s joy to calmness!” they say from far

“Degrading one’s joy to maturity creates a scar”

Thinking of the moments of life unfolding in front of your eyes

Like a page falling from the skies

Talking to you

Walking towards you relentlessly

Giving you that shit talk and expects you to swallow it all

Digest and process and throw it out in the form of wisdom

It is brutal to read between the lines 

And pretend only seeing blacks or whites

Knowing the high of navigating the grey zones

Lets your brain go for those soft pressures of extatic improvs

Aghhh nothing gives me more pleasure than such compressions 

Squeezing you and cooking you and holding you and choking you

Reminding every other day that the ones having anxiety, addiction,and blah blah were actually the visionary ones

Being good and normal (whatever the fuck that means) was actually being sick

These people felt that the world would get this sick

It disgusts me as l loose my trust in the life l was born into

Being raised to breath as peacefully as l can sounds romantic and ambitious too

Such distance from that reality

Constantly dissociates me from my sobriety

Tries to convince me to another version of high 

Turns into a coping mechanism creating a new filter before my eye

A filter of this naive belief whispers in my ear that something l feel and think and say will have enough power to inspire and make a change