Adding To This,

I have to remember how much it hurt. I can't make that same mistake again.

Can't talk about it they won't understand me. I'm just too weak. Too weak for this world. I fight but some days I fail to see what exactly I'm fighting for. Everything I want keeps slipping through my fingers.

Nata Sin

Menotaxis, 2022

Oil on canvas

{Words by: Virginia Woolf from day and night/ Mahmoud Darwish}

Foggy breaths and clouded minds,

Take a pull and close your eyes,

Take my head and make it dead

Vex the vultures, fool the flies

Fill my lungs til my body's cold

Sell myself for some liquid gold

Remove the logic, keep the sense

Am I alone? My muscles tense

Meaning dissolves in front of me

Do I seek peace or recompense?

Am I in prison or am I free?

I'm just paranoid, or so I'm told,

Buried in clouds of liquid gold

...

"Liquid Gold" by Salem Eirny

about anger

Gotta get to the bottom of this‼️

the lovers

Velimir Khlebnikov, Collected Works, Vol. 3: Selected Poems, tr. by Paul Schmidt

It would be simpler if conviction burned away everything else. But it doesn’t make consequences disappear; it just straightens your spine when you force yourself to look at them.

— Leslie Jamison, Splinters: Another Kind of Love Story (Little Brown and Company, February 20, 2024)