Afreen, Afreen

Sans sommeil

... mais ces nuits ne sont pas seulement blanches.  Ses couleurs aigres m'assaillent, me volent mes rêves.

Happy birthday

zone

those mental maps

Maybe because:

Struggling upstream through torrents of time...

...so how come I'm not going anywhere?

More than one of us exist

Marcher à côté de ses pompes

Misplaced euphoria amidst humid reincarnations of things

    And hallways fill with music and urgency.  Stairs in every direction.  I begin to regret feeling the way I felt last year, it was so indulgent, after all-- with spinning sunrises and late nights in other people's orange apartments, scrubbing floors after jetlag and coffee.  And the rain.

    Today, too, it falls.  Not just on roofs, but on beards, and fingertips, and lips drawn with such precision that they seem much darker than they actually are.

"Dans l'ascension vers la lune de la rime..."