Core of the earth; 

January 2026 (♑︎)

too many eyes are on me.

is this a  safe space? 

i am a turtle without a shell. 

i am baking in the sun. 

statuesque in the cold. 

today i woke up by the sound of someone singing opera outside my window.

i felt unlucky,

ultimately i think its beautiful to share ur gifts with the world. 

i would've rather it had been birds though. 

i will pray to be more patient with humans going forward. 

i think im already patient with them enough. 

what more do they want from me?

my peace tends to make them intimidated but i love waiting and seeing.

time gawks here.

theres always more space to stretch 

my writing so far has been concerning and introspective. 

i need an editor to carve away the excess fat

i hope theres something stiff like the bones of cohesion left

i’ll keep them out to dry as procrastination

the less the lighter

i don’t write for the reader, i write for the answers to coddle me with pity. 

i am trying to understand earth to its core. 

archaeology sift,

i always think abt that movie of scientists who were married & obsessed w volcanos (fire of love)

spoiler alert:*** that which they loved consumed them.

together they embraced the core of the earth.

not even the bones affirming their footprints on earth remained

imagine becoming so consumed by an element on an earth thats been around longer than you.

returning to the mother

i watch jealous

i pull the skin back from this film like it’s nectar will heal me.

carefully, it drips down my hands

when i drink this motion picture i know my purpose is the same as theirs.

my search for understanding will consume me.

im so obsessed w integration it makes me feel raw, sensitive& alive.. 

i emerge see-through. watch as your hand passes through me. theres nothing like feeling alive.

a great friend since high-school told me yesterday my chaos is my normal. 

am i a tornado season?

that’s good to know.

i always thought i was boring.

when love is normal i get suspicious. 

i always knew i was anxious.

i think i deserve safety. 

maybe securing it will be the generational curse breaker.

they’re counting on me and its choir become a song

all these eyes but im at the loneliest i’ve ever been in my life

take some chalk and mark it down here

im singular as when the wind pushes things across the world to another destination.

being pulled far from home

can i get off this ride?

will someone catch me if i give in?

one moment in time i once thought earth's atmosphere was really a collection of standing diversified humans, all holding hands around it’s circular circumference ⎯ stuck in time

THEY NEVER BROKE THEIR EYE CONTACT

so i felt so seen

they were smiling. all for different reasons

wrong. the magic of illustrations still ted to carry me

bring back the oversharing in a collective consciousness way. 

being wrong in a human way.

connecting with community in a drowning ignorance at your nearest creek way

hold my own hands like they hold their hands over our earth way

never break your smile way

i know which direction to go and its internal

arrows point to the core of it

my heart as my compass

i will save me and find all the answers by sharing myself with the world

hear me pry me open

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(ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ translation: hold my hand ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ )