Tomato

When time is empty, it is
not the culprit.
Blame illusions of
stillness
and fullness and posture.
Not the chasing and
crushing as it suddenly
passes. Or
that true still moment when
there is no forever. Or the
torture of
knowing this hidden truth:
You sat in front of it
but did not bite.
You watched it rot
and now curse the vine
with hands
full of maggots and a stomach full
of time.

emma

"things one does not need
will find their new purposes and come handy
at our place."

museum of everything

the courage to speak softly

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banksy buddha

contradiction

"Collective structures are hard to maintain,
but when they break apart they multiply."

see you soon, love

disappointment

she is one of us/we are one of her

http://flowerswithpowers.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-she-escaped-me.html

[second movement, 10:27]

the beckoning of lovely