Tonight's dinner devours the memories of yesterday. Betelgeuse and the sea take root in my heart. And so, my body—a shimmer of wave-born foam, breathing then falling still—life in rhythm.
Tonight's dinner
devours the memories of yesterday
Betelgeuse and the sea
take root in my heart
And so
my body—
a shimmer of wave-born foam
breathing
then falling still
life in rhythm
In that instant
my sea rose into clouds
then descended as snow
embracing the roots
melting
I became the earth
a rest note
still warm to the touch
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Yi Ren JuA person named “Living Alone” who doesn’t actually live alone, likes to sit by the window with headphones on when bored, watching how many modified motorcycles ride over the bridge. (As of now When sitting at a desk trying to write, usually nothing comes out. So the real writing scene is: 3 a.m., in bed. What’s written before sleep often reads like a hallucination after a bottle of whiskey. (not much logic or reason to it But still, I hope these intense hallucinations can bring warmth, or stir the heart once more. Hmm… feels like it’s still far from there. (Currently working on itRead more
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