OCTOBER 2025

TUNE IN TO THE WHISPERS
LET WHAT LIE IDLE AWAKEN
ENTER A SHADOW, REMOVE ITS NAME

LISTEN TO THE SILENCE
SEE A SURFACE AS WHAT LIES BENEATH

BEYOND A FACE
IS A WORLD THAT PRECEDES US









THIS IS ALL JUST A WAY OF MOVING THROUGH TIME.

WHEN I WRITE, I GIVE MYSELF THE FREEDOM. IT’S A FREEDOM SO FREE I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS WRITTEN UNTIL I WRITE IT. IT’S A FREEDOM SO FREE THAT WHAT IS WRITTEN BELONGS TO NO ONE; I GO ALONG WITH IT. I FOLLOW WHAT IS WRITTEN AND IT BECOMES A TRUTH I INHABIT. I BELIEVE IN THE WORD AND THIS VERY MOMENT. THE WORD IS MY FREEDOM: LET IT RING!

(I SURPRISE MYSELF WHEN I WRITE AND THAT’S HOW I KNOW I’M GIVING MY SELF FREEDOM. BECUASE I CAN NEVER SURPRISE MYSELF IN MY BODY THAT IS SO FIXED AND HARDWIRED UNLESS I FAINT OR CRY AND BURST INTO A SURPRISE LIKE LETTING IN THE FUTURE. I HOLD MY SELF IN EACH WORD THAT IS TIED TO EACH VERY MOMENT AS A STRING OF LETTERS HANG FROM A CLOTHESLINE…)

THERE ARE THINGS I CANNOT AND DO NOT SAY, THINGS I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY. I WANT TO SAY “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO BE ME” AND INSTEAD I SAY SOMETHING I THINK SOMEONE ELSE WOULD SAY. I WANT TO SAY “LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM, LOVE EVERY PART OF ME EVEN THIS ONE WITH NOTHING TO SAY” BUT THE WORDS ARE TOO FRAGILE, NOT EVEN I CAN HOLD THEM UP.





I’M FLOATING IN THE OCEAN, THEN I BUMP INTO SOMETHING AND THINK IT IS THE TRUTH. UNTIL I SLOWLY DRIFT AWAY AND IT BECOMES SMALLER, SMALLER, SO SMALL IT DISSAPPEARS ALONG WITH MY MEMORY OF IT … BUT THERE’S ALWAYS A FRAGMENT OF MY SELF LEFT WITH THE DISTANT TRUTHS; MY BODY CANNOT FORGET ITSELF AND ALL ITS PARTS.




TO LIVE IN BETWEEN EVERY THING …




DETAILS OF THE WORLD
FOREGROUND MIDDLEGROUND BACKGROUND
OF SIGHT, OF SOUND.
TO MY THOUGHTS:
ON THE FOREFRONT
CREEPING UP IS WHAT HAPPENED
HAPPENING AGAIN AND AGAIN

(ABOVE ME THERE IS NO SKY
APPROACHING, IT IS BLUE
OVER THERE, THERE IS SKY
THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU)

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