It’s like…

written on July 7, 2021

It’s like biting into a cube of ice. Exciting and cold, yet sharply sending a jolt up the nerves of your gums. I came here for the feel of it, honestly, all of it. However, it rather can be like feathers falling down above your low hanging head from the corner of the bed. While you have no will to un-tilt yourself to reverse the blood rush. Hoping, a triggered sneeze would do that for you better. Cause you want to lack even basic control. You want to give it up. It feels like willingly sitting naked in the snow. Like writing with lightening flashing through your curtains. Like skin that feels wearing and older much too soon. Like your lungs slowly filling up with the most air they can hold. Like your heart dropping to your gut and your spine collapsing.

Like there are roots in the hollow spaces of your gut to every thing you experience on the surfaces of your skin and in the middle of your trachea. Like your hair standing on end as a result of only an inner event. Like your knuckles cracking at 4pm and your eyes moving like pendulums under their lids at 4am. It’s like lovingly mocking your reflection as you grasp your thighs in your palms and shake them vigorously. It’s lying down and shutting off and floating in spaces. Like alien eyes visiting your thought bubbles. Like hearts beating so fast that they could burst. Like struggling for words in the midst of heated arguments. It’s like when the single separative element between brutal violence and love-making is a laptop screen. It’s like that shampoo you love in your eyes. 

It’s like the smell of Eucalyptus wafting through the air on grey days. It’s like mornings that saw the moon, crescent and present amidst dawn baby blue. It’s like love that changes forms with time, yet sticks to your bones like super-glue. It’s like the quiet of eerie nights when you’re shivering with chills. It’s like the warmth of the Sun falling on your face and chest. It’s like sweet lies told at the right times and harsh truths blurted at the wrong times. It’s like havens of hollow and empty spaces, ringing with so much clatter, echoing and vibrating through beings dead and alive. That’s what it’s like. And more.