coming together
talking, laughing, having a good time
being present
— ideally
sitting in the corner
watching everyone enjoying themselves
feeling overwhelmed
— reality
coming together
talking, laughing, having a good time
being present
— ideally
sitting in the corner
watching everyone enjoying themselves
feeling overwhelmed
— reality
soaring high
feeling the wind
under the wings
greeting birds
catching currents
cursing planes
traveling through air
visiting lands
marveling at the sea
being free
going wherever
wanting to
unrelenting force
deep seated urge
need to devour
hunger for more
never staying satisfied
always searching
to feel the high again
only to begin anew
me not wanting to have kids
me not feeling attraction
me not understanding what all the fuss is about
me failing to express myself
why do I have to reproduce?
why do I need to fall in love?
why do I want to exchange bodily fluids?
me failing to understand expectations
me finding words
me finding support
me finding resources
me finally able to talk
me knowing I don't need to do anything
me knowing there are others like me
me knowing that I can contribute
me feeling proud to be asexual
tireless (comparative more tireless, superlative most tireless)
there it is
this tiny little
happy thought that
makes you smile
treasure that thought
share that thought
with every person
willing to listen
if only one
other person is
smiling, the world
is already a
sometimes
I feel lost
and lonely
like I'm all alone
out there
sometimes
I feel the joy
of the whole world
resonating
within me
sometimes
I feel the burden
of being me
among
others
sometimes
I don't care
what others
think or say
about me
sometimes
I feel to much
and I do care
what others
do and say
to me
sometimes
the world is
a cruel place
to live in
sometimes
I want peace
and quiet
without
fighting
sometimes
I want
belonging
without
outing
sometimes
I wish
sometimes
could be
every time
sometimes
maybe
all of us
could be
a little bit
more inclusive
for all of us
Do you feel the wind blowing?
Or is the air standing still?
Are you standing still?
Or are you going somewhere?
On which ground do you stand?
Or on anything at all?
Do you see the sky above?
Or below?
Do you eat eggs?
Or do you hatch them?
Can you catch a butterfly?
Or transform into one?
Can you tell me the time?
Or has it already melted?
How do you capture eternity?
Or even a fleeting moment?
Are you defining words?
Or are you merely tossing them aside?
I don’t know your name.
Do you know mine?
.. .. _@_°
This is a snail.
.. .. (° °) .. _@_°
Now the snail has slimed so much it produced a slime.
But slimes are creatures like you and me ... and like snails. They come in different varieties.
| (° °) round slime | (^ ^) happy slime | (- -) sleeping slime |
| [° °] box slime | /` ´\ angry slime | {~ ~} sick slime |
| I° °I column slime | |” “| frightened slime | <= => watchful slime |
Wikipedia: Slime (monster)
in cooperation with a rhyming snail
to feel myself I need to touch myself
to touch myself I need to have a body
to have a body means to take care of it
to take care of it is a hassle
some days