atrophies

the breeze coming in the window next to me, I keep writing and erasing, over and over. was in the habit of writing a word, a sentence, erasing it - nothing to record, just the process. I almost broke my knuckle. past worrying if it would heal right, I'm taking it easy bending it just …

small universe

web of your fingers. what nature gave you. much change. tune in later and you will see. I say it is degradation of self the world the friends around you, it is time to make a new judgment. waking up different, not exactly the same. because I can't sleep, I say it is for lightweights. …