relatively love

Relatively love

Loves waxes and wanes
Like the seasons


Everyone is going snow-blind.

spitting out
narrow words
to express
Giant ideas.


I look around
Trying to
Perceive things
In lowest terms


But instead,
My mind warps


Every object
Is traveling
At their own speed.

The lamp.
The pictures on the wall.
The candle.
The floor.

It feels like a highway.

Im trying not to collide

Everything is floating freely
Disconnecting,

From the canvas of
What is becoming
now

.

Im tearing away at matreshka
Never has a Russian doll

Made me so hot.