26 05, 2017


2017-07-09T01:15:28+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

My mind zoomed in but it all became pixelated and even harder to understand.

“You need more resolution, not a closer look,” he said.

“Whoa, what the fuck! You know what I’m thinking?”

“You’re not thinking, you’re zooming in an out like an idiot.”

21 03, 2017


2017-07-27T18:35:05+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I’m not sure about calling it home. It was the place where I watered plants that were only growing roots, except for the poisonous one. A place of unfulfilled projects, of ideas too lazy to become anything else.
The only people I wanted to see talked to me in written words, printed […]