On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
Tag: numb
Congeniality
Not warmth, but compliance.
Not harmony, but smooth erasure.
A practiced ease that asks nothing back,
that reflects what is wanted
until the wanting forgets itself.
Courteous anesthesia.
A social smile pressed flat against the glass,
polite enough to disappear inside it
Untethered, Unbothered
Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.
Please, no more.
Just Pretend
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, or don’t. Either way, survival mode does not ask for permission, it demands presence.
And you submit and obey.
No Love
Call me cynical if you must. We all have our own philosophy on life and love. Everyone’s experience is uniquely subjective. And I have an earned level of discernment. Judge me if you must.
No one could ever break my heart, because I never expected love.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 