Found objects provide nostalgic memories of places not yet been, but ubiquitous in dreams.
Longing and desire seep through the river of blood coiling at each nerve ending until organs are on fire.
to be
I want to be
a body
a body without
organs
how free we could all be
without this judgement
to wander free and mercilessly into the forrest of heaven, wherever that may be in our place of solitude, the imagination.
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