As Punishment For His Sins, A Human Is Sentenced To Battle Endlessly Against Hordes Of Demons With Nothing

Rained yesterday. went upstairs and sat on a wall for the best part of an hour with my legs folded and eyes closed. spiritual experience. 

Cycle of Life Siliguri, India Photograph: Dimpy Bhalotia

Nightfall, hushed and frozen stood the world on its tiptoes,

As the earth and sky together cajole to sleep the

little baby in the dark house, all lonesome and weeping,

Swaying on a broken cradle, has the house god

found a way to stop the sunrise yet? He watches the baby

rise and fall, the house empty and his heart emptier,

The creaks of a cradle fall on a headless ear,

The shrieks of the baby pierce through a stiller air,

The tree top will bend to the wind and

down will come baby, cradle and all.

In love with the idea of rhythm, in music, in poems, in stories, in the quiet breathing of stray dogs, in the soft wind moving clouds, in the way my mind spins, in the way the world moves, everywhere, all the time. depersonalisation, I am somewhere inside the lizard hiding in the dusty crook of your bedroom, I am simultaneously in the pigeon nesting at twilight. Everywhere, all the time. 

good afternoon to the chill people with adhd, the people wearing hoodies, the girls who are eating their feelings, infj’s, enfp’s, and intp’s, to the people who eat dessert before dinner, marvel fans, dark academics, poets, writers, artists, enneagrams 3, 4, 5 and 2′s, the gentle boys, the jocks, nerds, princesses, weirdos, and outcasts, people who sleep with socks on, the people who can eat a whole bag of chips in one sitting, the people currently cold, chewing gum, or sad, to the people who like cheerios, oreos, or eggs, those who are battling anxiety, depression, if you’re supposed to be doing homework, if you are taking a bath, or eating cheese, i hope you all have a wonderful day

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Coherence as a virtue is praised too much

Nothing much, I know, just an old sunset.

I met an old centipede on the terrace today, slowly she crawled up to me. “Isn’t the sky beautiful today?” She remarks. I tilted my head forward and mumbled, “My aunt says she has seen finer ones, over Misty hilltops and pale dawns.”. She smiled, (I thought centipedes couldn’t smile?) “You’ll never find beauty or happiness in anything if you keep thinking there is something better.” Did she sound wistful? I don’t know. We sat there for a while, she crept near me and asked in a whisper, “Will you play something on that old guitar?” “Uh, sure.” I say and pick up my guitar and start strumming an old tune. I kept muting strings and tripping over notes. But as she showed no signs of noticing anything, I continued playing, until twilight gave way to the night sky and the music faded away in discord. “It was lovely”, she said. I raised an eyebrow. “It was lovely.” She repeated, as mosquitoes swarmed over my phone that had lit up at a notification from my math teacher.

Embracing romanticism, it is the holiday spirit!

2022-06-18

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