Bird on my window while I was attending an online class. A good distraction.…three random dots.a wall with a hole as big as my heart.these dots are complex,triggering handful of anxious momentsthe past places itself carefullybetween the sheets of paperthe desk still remains empty. i talk to the bird between classes,i read about flowers,phylogenetic analysis … Continue reading Of three dots and birds

This room is a coffin.Empty hearts. Growing nails. Withering flowers. There stands a statue above the coffin.A home. Similar to other homes.We all are pretendersunless we die. Statue has a broken brain.It talks often. To the dead peoplematerials are important. Senescence. A big word for a small coffin.The air gets heavy. Partial cries.Mourning ends. A … Continue reading Senescence