Strange days filled with inter-realities based
on dreams fed by distant memories. I’ve been
searching for you, but photos are all I can find..
I’ve been touching you, but now I’m blind. You
were so close, closer than the rage burgundy.
S/ad-renchrome chasing the pillars in my
dome, melting in your semi-erotic brutality
it whips on the skin, it passes, and kalon scars
something else. Roses that thorn like dreams.
The whole world is in rapture they barley
know; They go into the void, and never the
soul. A new way to begin, another way to
end. Violence and sex pressed to irreversible
muscles with breaking reflex. We have opia
dreamed our souls into the fireflies of the
screens before us, they dance like icy
flames. I forgot to text my best friend
again. It’s because of too much white noise.
How loud it is as we march to war that is a
distance from our sea. How loud all the
screens that paranoia had us greet. The
photograph I saw on instagram today made
me believe everything was true. I haven’t
seen your eyes for years but I believe them
like it was yesterday. Do you believe me today,
or must you check your iPhone for all the
mistakes I’ve made.
”Life’s a weirdo and I’m friends with it.”
Poem by Vanessa Matic
www.instagram.com/vanessamiamatic
Photos by Austin Roque
www.instagram.com/austinroque
