it has been A Year.
Tag: writing
fragments
from my journal this year
away from absolutes
& towards the spring warmth
hello again.
it’s been a while.
coming back
endlessly
some things
some things i wrote in 2019
or it’s not, or whatever
or it’s something (?) i guess
unburdened
to live; to awaken; to write
next stop, green square
thoughts on this train
my self, the moon
on the eve of 21
the bridge
sad the way i imagine i would feel in the louvre
reconstruct
remembering how to write
soul sleep
it’s been too long
night rambles
hot luck for a hot second
always looking
who are u when ur not telling urself
nothin new
spinning spinning
spring
i forgot the air could feel like this
titled
this is familiar
keep track
some things i’ve noticed
life advice
from someone who doesn’t know what she’s doing
how to see
and how to be
pieces
little bits from my notes
wherever i am
to articulate this iteration of reality?
no excuse
5 august 2:47pm
phthalo blue
tonight’s conscious stream / half awake dream
the artist is ________
a performance art piece ?!?!??
ode to sun
words written at dusk
march-july favs
what got me through autumn-winter
staircase
movement’s an illusion
notes on notes
a poem from my phone notes
the renaissance
what are u up to?
marble statue
another stream of consciousness
abstract
some odd poetry
on self care
in conversation with annie
dear emily
a letter i wrote one year ago
an update
where i’ve been, where i’m going
untethered
words written in a dissociative trance
circles
a zine: 06/05/2018
soc[i]al [me]dia
Lusseyran and the ‘Pollution of the I’
a leaf
falls from a tree
messy me
an honest exposition of my flaws
ouroboros rings
for a book i might write
