sibling streams
stream of consciousness
So I am told to stream myself in a channel of thoughts, I write slowly to ease into patience, forgiving the words that should not be written, only spoken in half-breaths and impulsive decisions. There are few corners into which I have not been pushed, and thus, told to push the envelope, I would much rather wander listlessly (palms trembling but pink nonetheless) without direction – some say call it tyranny like the strike-through print, the ancestors behind the print, between the lines are wrinkled lies disguised as saints. I often wonder if white lies are not more damaging than black ones and yet this color classification by connotation is really all quite problematic, in retrospect. In retrospect, repetition is a safety net for hesitation (in writing, but perhaps in real life, too) and is hesitation the child of insecurities or the children of insecurity? And where do plural and singular meet gently in the middle, no longer bumping heads but wrapping one pinky around the other as infants do their play companions. I miss those days – the morning blinks resounded only of optimism, ending neutral but never with pessimism. These days, it’s easier to fluctuate between (hypocritical) shades of neutral and resonate pessimism all along underneath in between I long for happiness of young.
stream of consciousness 1.2 (formatted)So I am toldto stream myself in a channel of thoughts,
I write slowly to
ease into patience,
forgiving the words that should not be written,
(only spoken in
half-breaths and impulsive decisions)There are few corners into which I have not been pushed,
and thus, told to push the envelope, I would much rather
wander listlessly (palms trembling but pink nonetheless)
without direction – some say call it tyranny
like the strike-through print, the ancestors behind the print,
between the lines are
wrinkled lies disguised as saints. I often wonder if white lies are not more damaging
than black
ones
and yet this color classification
by connotation is really all quite
problematic, in retrospect. In retrospect,
repetition is a safety net for hesitation (in writing, but perhaps in real life, too) and is hesitation the child of insecurities or the
children of insecurity?
And where do plural and singular meet gently
in the middle, no longer
bumping
heads but wrapping one pinky around the other
as infants do their play companions. I miss those days – the morning blinks
resounded
only of optimism, ending neutral but never
with pessimism. These days, it’s easier to fluctuate
between (hypocritical) shades of neutral and
resonate pessimism all
along underneath in between
I long for happiness of young.
stream of consciousness 1.3 (formatted + deletes)to stream myself in channel of thoughts,
I write slowly to
ease patience, forgiving words should not be written,
(only spoken half-breaths and impulsive decisions)few corners I have not pushed,
told to push, I would much rather
wander palms pink nonetheless
call it tyranny
strike-through ancestors,
between
wrinkled lies saints. if white lies are not more damaging
than black
ones
yet color classification
is really quite
problematic, in retrospect retrospect
repetition is safety (perhaps real life) and hesitation the child of insecurities or
children of insecurity?
where plural and singular gently
in the middle, longer
bumping
heads wrapping pinky the other
infants do play. the morning blinks
resounded
only of optimism, neutral never
pessimism. These easier to fluctuate
shades of neutral
resonate pessimism all
along underneath in between
I long for happiness young.