dear people who have been seeking to contact me via every possible platforms and planes, i gladly would like to inform you i am alive and somewhat well (let’s just call it that). we’re keeping it on the DL since the big bang and the rattles that follow. we are scattered around the world and are unable to regroup (yes i am that many, i am we and us and them) thanks to the ever prolonged pandemic. we have thousands stories to tell, poems lurking here and there, and we are looking (and longing) to share again like the good old days.
though these past three years have changed us in a way that is unimaginable, rest assured, we are still productively creating in abundance of peace and in a more private realm.
for you especially who clicked here, yes i see you and i appreciate you (i can’t really say i love youbut i do). we will soon be together again though soon seems too far away.
they say tomorrow might be the waves i cannot see the sheer anticipation of what might have been we’ve grown so old from heartbreaks so young a dream we’re so vast a universe but no words to swarm in this existence hurts my skin it hurts more everytime it doesn’t bleed here in this dark place everything is shameful and unforgiven but there’s a rabbit hole down here and there’s you and i and the world disappears we need to be somewhere else but here we are, bloated up and shrunk down into an instagram post
And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.