I am many,
My desires numerous.
Eros has become my motives’
Cage
While trapped,
I only look for many ways out.

Cold ache.

I feel as old as the mountains
I feel that I have felt their pain
I walk among the ashes
Their life’s events flash by
The gravity of the world
Clings to the edge of my sleeves

My heart trembles and expands
When I read thoughts
They have been the same thoughts
Running through the same brains
They carry their predecessors
Like a veil’s train

When the rain touches me
And my eyes open
I can condense and bury
The overwhelming weight
I hold it close
counterbalance
My world
And continue on

I am a method actress.

anticipating nothing…

but still expecting everything.