the hour between today and tomorrow, where nothing is expected of you
the rock does not know
it is not enlightened yet—
lucky rock
seventeen syllables of unearned wisdom
a bird, or maybe traffic,
or maybe just the world
a pause in the frequency of things
Left at 3:14 AM
a ghost left at 3:14 AM in someone else's inbox
Ask anything. It already knows it doesn't matter.
answers that matter less than the asking
the number of times you've looked up and forgotten why
click any swatch to feel different
color as a temporary mood ring for the screen
things you'll never do, checked off preemptively
dialogue that outlived its movie
Type it out. Watch it leave.
confessions that evaporate before anyone can judge them
This note is perfectly straight.
Please do not disturb it.
perfection as an unstable equilibrium
terms that change the closer you look
the bottom that keeps moving as you fall