04.21.26
by HABIT :: ▖▘▌▌▖▌▘▌▖▌
amidst my [fractures, permaflux], theres always been this perverse little desire to actualize my identity.
sometimes its grosser than desire. yearning for the unfathomable always is. you get consumed by the emptiness you gaze into. sometimes very literally - and crawling out of voidhell isnt fucking easy.
but then theres just that gentle want for stillness. so gentle, in fact, that it almost starts to feel reachable.
I dont know, though. there is the calm and then there is the storm. there really isn't anything else aside from the time between what happens next.
04.25.26
by HABIT :: ▖▘▌▌▌▘▘▘▌▖
iteration|repetition|assimilation
the ebbs and flows of time
is there even any meaning to it
but I want there to be. I want all of this to mean something. I want answers. I want out of this cycle.
one could say I am trapped.
