My Aesthetic Is Being Mundane, Call That Mediocore

Life of Pi (2012)

Moon in Gemini🌙 💟🌼

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Today I taste wine

It's very repetitive when I say these words in my head. At least in my head nobody turns back and frowns or runs away from my reach.

I don't lose anything in my head .

I could scream these words out to the blankness that rests inside my head and I'll be perfectly fine. Nothing will die or cease to exist. Most things are alive in my head and only in my head. So when I tell my lips to smile as I hear you laugh, the vastness of the universe tries to stop and stare at you.

I smile and the passing clouds are so bashful that they tint red.

Oh and the rivers are chuckling to themselves.

I've told them about you and they think you could be sunshine or probably words in libraries that great people write.

I write about you like an aftertaste of wine and cake that I had that day. I write about you and the papers try to tell me to be sad because when people leave that's what you are supposed to be. Sad .

@ineluctablehere

when hands touch

Letters I killed

There is so much that I don't say in between pauses that I never wanted,

Words die in between breathes ,

But in my head at least ,

I've spoken enough.

-@ineluctablehere

“Sooner or later you’ll begin to dream of me. I don’t envy you those dreams. I can imagine how my face looks, burning like that, afflicted with desire—lowered face of your invention—how the mouth betrays the isolated greed of the lover as it magnifies and then destroys: I don’t envy you that visitation.”

— Louise Glück, First Goodbye

I pray ,

somewhere between the folds of some pages,

someone wrote what I feel,

the yearning , the coldness , the grief,

I hope there is an explanation.

_@ineluctablehere

as avoidant as our generation is, sometimes the bravest thing we can do is face reality.