Mental Health
Parallel Slates
I know how you feel right now. Deep down inside your soul, you want to be connected with someone who isn’t there or who doesn’t exist, but you wish they did. No matter how hard you pray, and lock eyes with the clouds, you still feel like you’re alone - pouring out your rainy heart, droplet by droplet. The white walls, to your right and to your left, they remind you of your clean slate. What is this clean slate for? You wait and wait and waste? It all depends.
By Rowan Finley 7 months ago in Poets
Blink in Time. Content Warning.
This was created today after working on another video that went south for a while. I thought about my tooth pain and the wealthy and their sadistic grins as they stomped on the ants, and all I gain is tooth pain. It is commentary written from my tooth pain brain of dreams of extreme pain and extreme society pain of grief, power, greed, destruction, and fucking rainbows. We will rise. Ants build colonies to the top of the highest building in Manhattan throwing over the few elite white small, tooled patriarchy men.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
