The music gave me such an overpowering anxiety, along with the writing it felt like a wondering anxious dream with brief moments of respite. Will definitely come back to this to take in more of the meaning, but I really enjoyed it.
Really fascinating and intriguing poetic style. Between the abstract visuals and the imagery of the poem, my overall feel is that I'm experiencing the emotions but not quite grasping the meaning--which, I think, is very much your intended effect. I'd like to run through this again, and slower, to really take it in.
We are all trapped, I think, in a box that extends to the edges of our head. It is linked to the land of infinite possibility (Or is it?) but in the end, we are all weighed down by memories, aren't we? It's a little sad. But is it, really, if we're this close to the world of the infinite? Even if the infinite doesn't exist, we can still think about it through our memories, right? I wonder if we'll ever really be free. I am sorry too.
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I was wondering how the “one asset” will come into play, so when it happened, I was taken aback. Awesome work.
The music gave me such an overpowering anxiety, along with the writing it felt like a wondering anxious dream with brief moments of respite. Will definitely come back to this to take in more of the meaning, but I really enjoyed it.
Really fascinating and intriguing poetic style. Between the abstract visuals and the imagery of the poem, my overall feel is that I'm experiencing the emotions but not quite grasping the meaning--which, I think, is very much your intended effect. I'd like to run through this again, and slower, to really take it in.
wow.. i, hm, all these words felt like rain and i can feel every drop on my head and fingertips
Always feels like I'm holding my breath reading your poetry, the rhythm and the quiet underlying anxieties carrying me along. Thanks for sharing this.
We are all trapped, I think, in a box that extends to the edges of our head. It is linked to the land of infinite possibility (Or is it?) but in the end, we are all weighed down by memories, aren't we? It's a little sad. But is it, really, if we're this close to the world of the infinite? Even if the infinite doesn't exist, we can still think about it through our memories, right? I wonder if we'll ever really be free. I am sorry too.