helpstopbackwards

first day of new work place, what do i do??

show coming up in san francisco

Bahamas

Not afraid to pick up every rock and small piece
Put them all in one place
A sack of heavy shit
Worsening my shoulders health force
For later, save them.
Make it so big for an impact later
So big
And all the pieces hurt me and for later i save them
Not even gonna count em
Knowin the sting of scabs that will peel?

Smash
With a vengence
Getting back with my collection of the smallest things i found on the way. Don’t even try to step in this path. I swear, im making each step count. And wondering where this collection is going to get lighter. Where everything will lay off and i’ll be in water.

Will i float to the top?

Do i give these away?
Now that they are collected in one place, so final in their weight, the pieces, i am just crumbling under the weight. I dance it off for a minute. Remember i know exactly where i am and for what i carry.

And you don’t dance.
You didn’t forget how.

I drop them off
Because i take them apart.
I mail them, i place each piece in paper and it melts me from ice, as the water chilled faster than my plan manifested.

Oh shit, i got so lost.
I didnt catch it, i jumped, because i thought i knew how all of it was so heavy. The california mail is so slow. I start to nod off waiting for you to notice.

When you get your letters, your heat burns the paper, and sand runs through the fingers on your watch-free hand. You wonder when you last went to the beach, and you’re on vacation all over again.