Tribal

I am dressed in a fast food outfit. I smell like a chip. I enter a gallery. Try to sell my chip. Why did I wrap a piece of invention as a chip? A gallery does not buy it. Nor chip people.

Time

I had a piece of paper from times I used to write by hand. Only this time, it evaporated in my bag. It’s time?

Meetups

I met a human last week. She told me about her routine. Wake in a room with black blinds. Plug ears with ear plugs that shine. Inside. Eat fats all day. But fast all night. Watch a red light. Sneak into the matrix with orange glasses. Plug her bed with the Earth. Breathe in. Exhale.

I met one more human once. She was a gardener. Refilling B12 and Vit D tanks while planting trees. Drinking mineral water from the stream. Eating organic veg from her garden, sometimes keto with a wild animal fat, and fasting when food is not in season. Earthing while weeding bare foot. Exercising when chopping the wood. Meditating when making the red fire before bed. Sleeping when sun is down. Waking with the tunes of the birds. And writing music when there is nothing else to get done.

Tidy

I tidy. Remember my grandma smiling. A billion plastic bags. Flying. Silver spoons. Hiding. A billion linen with holes. From angry bugs. Electronic music noise. Fills my heart holes. I tidy. Containers are too full. To take everything in. As I breathe in. I tidy. I try to hide it. I tidy. Tidy. It’s now tidy. Goodbye.

Duo

It’s 10 am. Finally. I press a giant button. The doors open. Second floor. Sunny. Glass walls overlook a shopping centre. A duo. Libraries and malls. I find a dusty empty desk. Look around. The old man clicks the old keyboard. I open my laptop.

Hi, Life.

He was named Cheznut. His tail went up every time he was running free in the green fields.

One day I started walking a different route. On the road. Not so much on the stream and towards the Tree… I was ready to leave.

I found what I was looking for. But was I really looking at all? We came here without goals, except that to make a pond. The Pond was now ready.

I somewhat feel calmer. Was it the forest?

One day, headaches stopped too. Just before I ordered a bag of vitamins! I know why they stopped though. Forgiveness.

in the darkness also lives
light
just look up the sky
at night

I wrote this that night, or maybe a night after. I can hardly track time these days. “I don’t do time,” as Don would say.

Those two days were weird. But hey, headaches went away! One morning, I woke and left to visit the Tree. Normally, I walk with Cheznut after my routine. But this morning, I woke and left. Meditation or so by the Tree was quick. I recall it was something about my mom. That day and every other day after – no headaches. Maybe that’s how nature speaks to me?

I recall one night too. I went to sleep or just to nap downstairs because he could not sleep and I thought he needs space. It was Monday the 6th, almost Tuesday the 7th. Ah just after mom’s day Sunday. So that night too it was something about self-love.

mask
drops

your body explodes
fresh air in your mouth

heart
bumps

I wrote when I woke at 8.37am on the 7th.

sick all life
and now
with eyes wide open i
say hi life

Hi, Life.