‘The way you make me feel.’
She said, ‘Is that bad’
‘No. No, it’s wonderful.’"
— (via c0ntemplations)
Caroline. Mumbles. Spark of light deep down in the ground. Full of fire, subject to change.
Stimie tells me I bareknuckle box the horizon.
1993, she, her
poetry • photography • music • art
What I need?
A new security in a threatening place, a casual face.
My pale skin learning latitude, earning it.
Thickening my features into a culture.
I need less time with people like you always asking about what I need.
I need abandonment.
I need the transcendence of exile.