💜💜💜180: konmari

one of these days, i'm going to write about how taking care of my heart
is a chore i wish i took more seriously.

every time i try to clear out the cobwebs inside my chest, i bump my head and shoulders into things hooked on its walls; knock my knees and toes into things stuffed in its nooks and crannies.
i would lay low and slowly
unpack the baggage i accumulated and start learning to compartmentalise,
unhang the skeletons of souls that have been chasing me in my dreams,
undogear the chapters that are done and dusted where you, like all the others, remain a metaphor, a foreshadowing, a symbol, a period that i thought would fit my lifelong sentence,
but that's a story for another day.

my obsession with hoarding memories like my life depended on it
has long been a problem
just like my system being an "organised mess"
— you and i both know, i am the mess.
until i can fold away my feelings from my past
and tuck away my thoughts about my future
to make sense of my present,
i will have to keep collecting these scattered words and phrases
waiting to be bound and sealed in a box somewhere.

one of these days, i'm going to write about how taking care of my heart
is a chore i took seriously
so that when it stops beating
it is full
and light
at the same time.

- konmari (draft?), 20200218 1347

🔥179: supreme

there is much to be said

about mass manifestations

in a time of moral panic

the small yet steady streams

of serfs in socially-distant safs

earnestly serving the Sublime with

practised platters of prayers in parted palms

and pleas pattering through covered lips

to pave the best path for the departed;

to pad the blow for the broken-hearted.

in tongues

sometimes familiar 

mostimes foreign,

i can't help but marvel

at our divinely unity

in seeking Infinity.

- Supreme (draft)

Ori: 20200624 02:03

Edited: 20200704 21:55

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there is so much

to be said about

mass manifestations in a time of moral panic;

serfs in socially-distant safs

serving the Sublime

with platters of parting palms

and pleas through covered lips,

to pave the best path for the departed

to pad the blow for the brokenhearted.

in tongues

sometimes familiar 

mostimes foreign,

i marvel at our unity

in seeking Infinity.

- Supreme (draft), 20200624 02:03

178: (re)vertigo

in these ungodly hours,
between sneezing fits and coughing spells,
i am reminded yet again of my choices in life:
what i shouldn't have done
where i shouldn't have gone
who i shouldn't have loved
why i shouldn't have cared
when i should have stopped
trying
as i inhale yet suffocate on nothingness,
my breaths wheezing in and out of tight airways
squeezing through inflammed slime-padded walls;
if the air pressure drops, i know i need to get my oxygen first before
i focus on others, but every time i stumble with my own mask
to deal with a vessel that constantly breaks down
triggered by too many things that it thinks is a threat,
i realise that no one else around me has lungs that malfunction
like we have left our atmosphere despite still being on land.

as an alien living in constant fear of unidentified flying objects,
my eyes are as cloudy as my thoughts, but i am not high.
i'm too acrophobic to be in heavenly spaces
so i stay displaced and disgraced, grounded
feet firmly planted in a foreign home
that regularly chokes me.
tell me, when should i stop trying?

- (re)vertigo, 20191118 0745