thought-meadow

[thought-meadow]

🌤️🌬️⛈️

the storm is passing.

and though it may return, so always will the sun.

[thought-meadow]

🌵🐌

dishes unwashed for over 3 days.

... but a bath would feel really nice right now.

clothes lay on the floor, wait to be put away.

... i'd get out of bed if i even knew how.

the space to make art could use a tidy.

... running my mind about where to begin.

try avoiding my phone to salvage my psyche.

... whatever i choose, i later recind.

i've got to save money,

"i'm not really hungry."

afraid to wake up someplace new,

...how FUNNY!

it gets harder to b r e a t h e

my lungs fill with grief,

i'm buried by dreams,

... so insatiably brief.

[thought-meadow]

🌳

i was born in the age of mass surveillance.

"god is always watching."

there have always been hidden, invisible pairs of eyes on me.

"of course i found out. you can't hide anything from me."

there is always, somewhere, a camera documenting my every move.

"be careful how you present yourself online."

has my presence ever really been offline?

i have been positioned, photographed, costumed and and filmed since i was a noticable lump within my mother's womb. i have been documented, edited, stitched, captioned, uploaded, watched, commented on, shared, sold, exploited, degraded, praised, liked, and debated for every moment of my life. and it began before i could even develop enough brain matter density to understand it.

so much of my entire life exists, scattered among the infinite sea of human data.

the uniquities of my soul and the keys to my purpose have been chiseled one by one from the edges of my skull, compressed into coin files and taken away, a digital currency i will never get to spend, and will never get back.