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I’m feeling as though I need to be brutally honest. Not with the intent to be brutal... and I don’t want to over-rotate, but... to be honest to the point of risk... and then into risk. Because without the risk, there is no - ... no highs, just minor swells of in-between. Like there are still lows - No risk and still Lows - but the highs...? I mean, maybe occasionally... short-lived. When we do and don't know how.. its like when two distinct complex patterns momentarily synchronize - or seemingly so. Empty bliss... enjoyably empty gestures... the beauty of bubbles. We float - mystifyingly so - reflecting the world as it is not. Empty and fragile... to burst with no pieces to collect and build again, ... just gone. Because our film was so thin, lacked substance, weight... lacked the consistency of that which comes with risk. The beauty of bubbles... the effortlessness, the carefree, the whim... the ability to disappear... due to a consistency made to wash clean. Because what you risk... sticks and gums and clings and spills and soils and stains, has substance and mixture and composition, leaves residue - evidence it was there, of it’s presence... of attempt... to be something... more than - ? ... beauty of bubbles.
-Pati3ntWo1f (11012019)
“The magic of your waters... sweet and refreshing. The majesties of the wonderland that is your body, its valleys and peaks... breath-taking. The twinkle in your eyes, tempting me to look deeper and longer into the universe behind your eyes... mystifying. And i know this place is home... because that moon - same moon that’s in your sky - glows in my memories and dreams.” -Pati3ntWo1f
Thanx @geyashvecova for the inspiration!
Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Neon Arctic Ice_211019)
May our bodies be
instruments, and may
our vibrations of intent
be received as song
May its wordless serenade
awaken the infinite within
us, and our galaxies
- down to the atom -
dance and create a chemistry
That only complimentary souls
can.
-Pati3ntWo1f