Aifos@pixelfed.social
Aifos@pixelfed.social
aifos@pixelfed.social
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My eyelids are curtains and, inside, my dark ideas light up. I want to hide them.
19.5.2024 13:12My eyelids are curtains and, inside, my dark ideas light up. I want to hide them.
A cross on the ceiling. I can't think of concrete things; seems like I am not interested. I do not know how to speak like everyone else. My words are strange and come from afar, from where it is not, from encounters with no one. What will I do when I sink into my wild dreams and can't rise? I'll leave from this hurtful moon and I won't know how to come back. If they’d have found me in the moon, they’d have called me Life. #PersonaNonGrata
7.5.2024 12:27A cross on the ceiling. I can't think of concrete things; seems like I am not interested. I do not know how to speak like everyone else. My words are ...
Say it once again with feeling, how the death rattle breathing, silenced as the soul was leaving. The deflation of my dreaming, leaving me bereft and reeling. #QuestionMark #EmpatheticHunger
5.5.2024 07:19Say it once again with feeling, how the death rattle breathing, silenced as the soul was leaving. The deflation of my dreaming, leaving me bereft and ...
The life circus made me mean. But don’t worry, they took all my teeth. Just a single light of this asylum is still on.
29.4.2024 15:50The life circus made me mean. But don’t worry, they took all my teeth. Just a single light of this asylum is still on.
Still alivе, killing time at the cemеtery. Never quite buried.
19.4.2024 13:53Still alivе, killing time at the cemеtery. Never quite buried.
Bars like modern wombs. The amniotic fluid of restless bodies, the euphoria of being alive.
13.4.2024 18:41Bars like modern wombs. The amniotic fluid of restless bodies, the euphoria of being alive.
The rest of the world was black and white, but we were screaming colours.
10.4.2024 17:27The rest of the world was black and white, but we were screaming colours.
What if someone had asked Picasso not to be sad? There would be no blue period. I can turn blue into something.
9.4.2024 05:51What if someone had asked Picasso not to be sad? There would be no blue period. I can turn blue into something.
Exile
29.3.2024 19:58Exile
Walking alone in the city makes me feel like a man on the moon. Gravity locks me in my own helmet and people become aliens.
28.3.2024 19:55Walking alone in the city makes me feel like a man on the moon. Gravity locks me in my own helmet and people become aliens.