I lost the sun, or the sun had lost me

when you compare a state of feeling on two different time points,

did you notice how they pivotise or shift?

,it’s not growth nor degrowth, isn’t it?

those feeling may vibrate with your surroundings

a point may ground, another may be grand

one time you know it makes you hopeful

one time it’s nothing more than a spoonful

i love that what matters is how we are contentful

is this an orange or is this a dimsum?

maybe one day i forgot that this is indeed an dimsum, and say it’s an orange — also vice versa. but the duality and the art of questioning is there still. 

First Dates Trilemma

this isn’t going to be a pretty prose but don’t get too close otherwise you might be dosed of sparkly juice with fructose and ending up doing the grosses 🤢

that was for arum tho haha, but we end up agreeing on:

Dear Child,

I hope you are mixed race 🙂

Promised Litotes

(davita, honestly the worst title you would pick?)

not sure where this is going, i might not write you a poetry but more like a sunday morning sad scenery.

is my soul half empty or is my soul unnecessary?

is the incense sending you petty or you pretending setting  a confetti?

as i am writing this the moon outside cancels its haze;

am i the ego or am i the one playing fire with the echo?

on which altitude again is  this lenticular clouds stationary forming?

right,

do you grow big through this scenario or it's just the way you are when you're overgrown?

the pressure is no pressure

i know that life brings you uncertainties, and life only gives you less healing capacity every time you spin away the angular momentum incorrectly.

but how do i know which kinetics could put me in an ordered state? moreover, if i shall receive or pass away the current?

this doesn't make sense too when there's affection, which leads into liability.

when you're a little much of the dimmed buzz.

when you're a little much of a B flat chorus.

when you're way much more of a one-winged doves.

Best,