two eyes

Isn't it odd... that we have two eyes yet we only see one thing in this world?

And though our perceptions are succinct, our emotions can be divided. Criss-crossing over uncertainty and despair. All the unnamed borders of our internal topography.

Behind closed eyes, replay images that our minds cannot unsee. The vertical static striped song. In between ballads momentarily disrupted. And yet for clarity to return threefold and conjure the singularity of everything we have seen.

The conclusion of perception. Closing candles into our light, threading beams into our selves.

hypnagogic writing

{{i wrote this last nite while falling asleep}}

surface connected through the passage of time. dialing phone numbers to a disconnected past. the same fingers that touched her eyelids, always closed.

a non-linear mess of the things we cannot recall. balls of yarn unraveling into words. a cursive language only spoken in sleep. mumbling into dreams that seep into reality. pigment watered by the rains of a misunderstanding. the marbled surface of our bathroom floor.

miscalculated maps wrapped around a broken arm.