bonystark

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stones in my suitcase

the memories i hoard these stones in my suitcase are heavy hands clinging to my ankles begging me to remain in what was distracting me from what is and making it impossible to get a glimpse of what will be. this never ending baggage packing to leave before i’ve settled my eyes adjusting only in time to register an outline of the scene blood has just begun to circulate before i am forced outside back into the unbearably frigid womb of everything that i don’t know. i could light a torch alas, each second it burns a stone makes itself at home in my suitcase relishing in the sight of me squirming. i shiver until i can’t distinguish between my own vibrations and the dull rattle of the universe’s hungry stomach. it’s untraceable echos are loud and possess an inexplicable weight that partners well with the stones in my suitcase. i wonder where is there space for these echos these vibrations, these rattles ? my suitcase is crammed full of these fucking stones. they sit immobile just as i do unable to move with this suitcase this suitcase that goes with me everywhere yet sees no new places these stones in my suitcase.

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Blog entries by bonystark

stones in my suitcase (29/10/2020)

spiral (29/10/2020)

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