I will sit for another hour until the last particle of light is gone but soon a disturbance will come flying towards my body and I would be surprised if that is not able to make me move from here to some other place until then, I will watch gold drink gold, grow my neck [...]
Tag: writing
Before time.
Darkness is gathering around me. Were I new here, I wouldn't have been able to walk even a step. After thirty minutes or so, I return. A barking dog roams in wet skin. Now and then, something lights up, but not for long. Cold is becoming hot and I cannot do anything about it, about [...]
Collapse.
I had a desire. I had to go home to fulfill that desire. Once I was at home, the desire was gone on its own. I didn't have to make any effort. I simply forgot. No pain was brought to me in forgetting. Then, another desire arose and soon it was forgotten too. Just like [...]
Covering slowly.
blue has legs it covers all the white space it can flow if you look at it carefully, you will find that it can a subtle movement towards the west, grey is bursting out of white towards the north, a painting hangs, all white cloud fucking cloud shit bags like Picasso could never make such [...]
Drunk in no rain.
I have a perspective. While I write, I just write shit. There is no truth to find in my words. All of it is all that I have found. I am tired of thoughts and opinions, tired of seeing people talking and doing nothing. It takes less time and minimal effort to act than to [...]
Birdsongs.
Copyright © Tomic Riter. twilight wind carries everywhere birdsongs trees are hanging from the sky penetrating these walls their roots rising from my fingertips I could have sipped all this dirty water that was clean before it fell down sometimes, traveling miles gives nothing other than vast green fields and no talks birdsongs die and [...]
With half eyes.
Copyright © Tomic Riter. The clouds seem unreachable, but are they? With this thought, I continue to look at them as they change colours and form and positions, as I change my own position and strive to become formless. I close my eyes, sometimes that enables me to listen to my own breath and feel [...]
