darkviolet

Speechless and thinking in only images. Colored light and sugared forms. Broken gloves. Purple fingers. Childproof caps on fresh fixer bottles. More cold forest ventures and immortalizing the imaginary. Meeting and moving. Losing voices, weight and hearts. Concealing and revealing skin for chilled film through glass lenses and plastic bodies. Movies and inspiration swap meets. Back ordered film and new tests. New ways to disintegrate familiar and unknown faces. New webspaces. And less words to keep the ones you already had. I think about you every moment I can distill. Even though months.. years shift them. Each and every one of y o u .

Cliff diving in the dark. To phase out of one mind and suspend time in small capsules along a finer thread than sight.. letting light pass through the water just after I'm submerged. Thick like wet cloth and still slipping. At one point do I move back into another mind? Or is this time suspension permanent or lasting rather than fleeting? I still want to dismantle and burn everything. Violent piece by volatile piece. Where am I? Why is solace like lost breath in tightening ribs? Broken bones against skin and glass. Filing for dust to sink into your skin and corrode my way to your heart. Coruscating open wounds willing refine

There is such a grating edge to our heart beats. And a consciousness to our breathing. This click track to follow to wake up in light. There are vibrations on paper and five minutes of down time in between each track. And a space opens up in my ribs. This live bruise from wider eyes than repose saw. This clattering of blood down the spine to rise. What is it to breathe when you are scared holding your breath is the true way? Can you hear them? The noise makers at dawn pulling your strings and knocking numbers off the clock to speed your way along their passage. They are drawing me closer to curl up inside. My bones will