SWON

so they floated, sometimes on the same plane, other times in different rooms with others. moving from point to point, looking at things and what people project of themselves, talking, thinking and saying things quietly in their heads and eyes. sucking in air and looking through holes into places they were currently not. urinating from time to time.
from what point should they proceed, what stance was stable enough to gain distance, to view the multifacited strata of their faces and feelings, ideas and beliefs, for how long. longing to migrate, to be in transit. Listless and iluminated. tearing air with the edges of their bodies. They were sad and complicated. I guess thats why they broke my arms. i cant blame them,

they were beautiful and whole.