sitting at the bow of a fast ferry heading to an tiny isolated island in the Gulf of Thailand; drinking a 30 cent can of Singha; listening to U2’s Beautiful Day and looking at the sun reflecting off the water and also across the backs of a school tiny little fish which kept pace with the boat, periodically jumping out of the water.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
Bedtime Thoughts on the eve of Spring
I close my eyes and everything
is crystal clear
technicolor sharpness,
Beautiful.
Is this life
as it should be
lived?
Or is it a dream
of how life…
of that life i am meant to live?
& Day

Night

Wednesday

November

Lik this.

Hunger
Eat
Sleep
Drink
Fuck.
Pick one,
doesn’t matter.
There is a need
to consume.
To feed.
To fill that hole,
that only grows.
Choose ’em all,
and enjoy none.
Well,
Maybe a little.
Nest
Peeking over-
A long way down.
Gazing ahead-
Everything
at my fingertips.
But how?
How do I touch
Life?
How do I feel it all
without falling,
Without falling down?
How do I fly?
Smile
You earned it!
🙂
