captain’s log:
day 4 and yet it has felt like a star date i cannot quantify
me.
(Source: bromines, via iwantmybearsuit)
art museum
waterbased, we dry
quicker on the edges
a coat uneven
i try to find
something—
will the stroke
give me direction?
red, shying
subtle highlight
vitality
my horizon
i’ll go find the
nexus
that binds me
to an interfaith
of solitude
seated before
the rectangular
abyss, the ambience
an embrace
do-not-touch
kneel
a color, a shade i
can never name,
ebbing, i am here
i thought too much
i think too much
i wear rothko blue
my hair rothko black
my heart an undercoat
-
heavy square frame
barricading the fill
let it fall over
me, i want to
drown
it’s inevitable
