The gay-by blues.
A lil journal post following the feels after debuting my first ever film, HARD TO LOVE
A personal essay on my relationship to pain.
my lover has a runny nose
she likes to balance on her toes
the hair upon her head it grows
and off it goes
the dark is still, but I am not
the cage inside my heart has rot
and there she is, right in its spot
A snapshot of my current mental processes as documented in a 12+ hour period.
tongues in twos, I take the lead
tilting, tasting, you and me
when I met you, I was new
when I kissed you, it was blue
glinting softly, silver spoons
your love has left me on the moon
blocked cheese stacked like Picasso
tired of this temperature
it's good to know that you still love me, sure
I love you too, my angel girl
The practice of time travel, and its existence – or lack thereof – is a phenomenon that human beings constantly work with and practice far more than they realize. Through social attitudes that back the practice of scientific skepticism, one might dismiss the concept of “time travel” as merely fantasy or fiction. However, the ineffable nature of time, when studied through the lens of the human experience, is far more than what social attitudes reflect it to be.
say grace before you kiss me, Treat
give thanks before you eat me deep
apologize, my time to keep
you taste too good
and the mush under a bruise
I thought you could save me
My celluloid muse