Maybe if we stop touching it, it won’t break.
Maybe, if, in the seconds before our eyes close we do not open them
- out of fear or compulsion -
Maybe it will not be as dark as we think.
Maybe I have conned you into believing I want to let go.
I am ruined.
Because I cannot stop.
But I cannot continue.
And so I sit immobile in my numbness, wrestling with the clogging in my chest that I must get tests for soon,
For it has been hurting so.
But the doctor, what to do when he checks and says
My malady
Is that my insides are not what they should be?
That I have a snow-globe of a heart.
Cold to the touch.
Isolated.
A little wonderland
That, when you shake it
Quake it
Flip it on its head and back around;
In that confusion
It waits
And when it gets a whisper of a moment
,
Shows you
—
That all the jolting of the outside world
Only helps display its beauty.
I am afraid to be still.
I will be covered, then, in time
And you will forget me.
What then of these words?
Where will they live?
—
Team @pormada in @garagemagazine. Three click shoot and an interview over IHOP pancakes? Awesome.
Art by @kayaysabel // regram from @banjbillions
dangling legs off my ledge on the sun
In light of Lenten season, @pormada orders placed between Mar 26-31 will be processed Mon Apr 1. Have a blessed week ahead!
These days, you wear a summer dress and sandals to work in the morning. By lunch time you need to bust out the sweater and boots. #globalwarming #isreal
shot by @markenicdao for @rogueonline
Dear male friends, please come keep the models warm.
@vivalamanika
Dear Things…
MOTHERBASSS. I’m such a groupie. Goodness. Check them out at RedBull Tagged. this week if you’ve never watched live. 📌
Summer. #itsmorefuninthephilippines
