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late luminescence

photo: screenshot of a danger note from january

i am so frustrated right now. i've let everything go to waste.

i'm failing my classes --- not really but basically. i wish i could p/np but a part of me also can't bring myself to. i don't even know where to begin looking for math and i almost really want to just overload myself with classes fall semester just as like punishment and to solve my issue. summer... pretty sure nothing is happening and im so mad at myself for not applying to more stuff. i'm graduating around this time next year and i don't know anything more about what i want to do than... well actually, that's not true. I guess I have more specific things I want to try, not as a result of experience, but research. But I'm not making any tangible progress and it's infuriating. I'm not really eating that well, and I'm working on it, but I don't feel like I deserve the break to cook or to eat.

And I think the hardest part of being this upset with myself is that I don't feel like I could rant about this to anyone. I don't want to or feel like I can bother anyone or I think I'll react poorly to them trying to propose solutions or comfort me and I know I have people I could call if it was ever really bad but like it's not, it's really not, I swear. Like I guess because I deserve it, I should be able to handle it. The sequence of events that have led me up to this point aren't unpredictable. I've been mentally paging through my contacts intermittently for days now, and I swear there isn't anyone. I guess that just makes me really sad too. And now I just feel bad for myself which also is absolutely not productive.

I need to do my readings.
I need to edit together my project.
I need to figure out what I'm doing in the fall.
I need to figure out what I'm doing this summer.
I need to book places to go since I'm staying.

Great, now I'm crying. I don't think my sad chinese music is helping either HAHA I feel kinda deranged just crying randomly like this. My family and friends are okay. Nobody's hurt, nobody's dying. (We're all dying--) YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. 

I want to go home.
I really don't want to go home.

I don't really know if I should be posting this, but its not like anyone will read it in the immediate future anyway.

April 16, 2025 No comments

 

photo: under bridge utrecht

on piano keys
because we never closed the piano
because we thought we’d always be back
because it’d always be there

years after we left it behind
the scavengers came and took everything
we thought we could leave
safe
at home
and i’m sure
they would’ve taken the piano
if they could

i quit piano when i was in the fifth grade
just when i started to learn fur elise
and i remember registering the defeat on my parents’ faces,
thinking i have won

the piano is still there
in a shell of my childhood
emblematic of mother knows best,
but she is also human
the scar of some growing pains

the piano
growing untuned
piano keys
untouched
unplayed
like all of my old toys
collecting
dust




April 15, 2025 No comments

 

photo: delft ducks

blushing bride old new ever-baring blue,

the simplicity
of existing
as a body
being
fluid, acted upon 
and remembering

fragrant sidewalks scattered with cherry blossom bruise,

learning,
passively active
in curiosity
and whim
the urge
to sit
on concrete

dying day meets old jacket worn from good use,

and feel
your own thought
drift
considering
freely
without purpose
or demand
or care
or want

uncapturable -- fleeting-- rapture.

April 14, 2025 No comments

photo: dunmore caves, ireland


i hang up a few seconds
after my voice breaks
and you do not notice.

i would never leave you,
and you would never leave me

but sometimes that's not how separation works.

// sometimes, it's the discovery of earth
light catching on the morning dew of a wildflower --

// sometimes, it's the seasons and land,
and all the things we swore it wouldn't be --

// sometimes, it's the imperceptible release of breath after exchanged
missed calls, untapped voice messages, late texts --

i guess
what i cannot say,
in so many words,
is that we are sampling different forbidden fruit:

pomegranate seeds, red fingertips, greek mythology,
rich springs & flowery deaths // maternal love be damned --

(and i can taste it.)

so,
when you finally turn back to see it,
don't chew on the pith.

but, just, please: 
the space,

this space,



between




does not belong
to anyone. 

(


i

will

still

love

you

.

)

April 13, 2025 No comments

 

photo: nelly's house

on our mirror:
— i’ll be out until midnight
(because i trust you enough to care)

on our microwave:
— dinner is the fridge
(because food is the way i was taught to brush the hair out of your eyes)

on our door:
— have the best day
(because)

on your car window:
— i love you
(in case you forgot)



(& i rush off giddy, because the whole point is that i won’t be here when you find what ive left)
April 08, 2025 No comments

 

photo:

is the cold of my cheeks
the wind giving violent life to hair
swirling sand at our feet, in my shoes
the chaste presses of sun dabbed at the waves, our eyes, our backs
running to waters edge
there is no room for subtlety —
we scream so that we might be heard
before the sky takes our voices
to be so serious about being silly 
there must be something about the salt
and the colors of set
birds casually silhouetted the sky
too cold, too windy, too everyday
WE ARE FROM CALIFORNIA
i know it doesn’t make sense
but does it have to?


April 05, 2025 No comments

 

photo: Leadenhall Market


you could hear a foot fall
shoulders grow small
watch the purple elephant crawl across the room

you could hear a pin drop
feel her heart stop
watch the hot breath pop a full balloon

you could hear God's whisper
the subtext while you kiss her
watch the splitting of the zipper as the world goes into bloom

April 04, 2025 No comments
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