there were three birds who kept passing a seed around from mouth to mouth
the seed filled their beaks so it was like they had to pop it back and forth

they were abandoned

sky vibes
absorption

big bird is growin up

staying calm
feels like
floating

the listening project

i bought a typewriter to write it out :) im hoping to have a rough manuscript put together by the end of summer




[novel in progress]
the story of sound, someone who feels the frequencies of everything. colors sing, water whispers, thoughts whine.

morning

dreams still wet with dew

fragile paradises

a butterfly just dove around me
like a plane between skyscrapers