Writer in San Francisco, CA
The eyes look upward into the sky
a storm approaches
and the night pulls into us
into the world
into an abyss
that devours us.
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Time, it moves and yet it is immobile.
It does not occupy space but is an abstract of it.
We only know that time is real because it is real to us
we decay and die and because of this we know that
there is time for us. I wonder what it would be like
to know no concept of time and drift lightly
through space and existence as you are, as it is,
as it will be. A steady constant, an unchangeable
body or mind that is infinite.
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope that you will return in the future!
-Alina
The sun burns up,
leaves begin to brown.
How the eyes look onward
into a horizon painted red.
Colors bleed and press
against my eyelids
until they are all I see.
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope that you will return in the future!
-Alina
Blood boiling; a silent rage. The endless night as it infects and poisons itself. How silence cuts through words, making them bite sized and swalloable.
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If you’re reading this thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you will return in the future.
-Alina
The light that boils and sears the flesh. The eyes are blinded. And still there is darkness
around the edges, living in shadows and drifting through the mind. Hot heat and bright
lights do not fully distinguish the cool darkness that is still alive.
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina