there is always home in the words.
— Biko (@pb_hb_) June 1, 2018
Tag: feelings
that feeling
that feeling.
when the worlds
of the words
never said
stand at the brink
of fingertips
bleeding ink.
and then.
there is life.
© Hudson Biko
beating
the puddles are scattered
on an afternoon
as the snow melts
into the day.
and as the heart
falls into earth.
trying to find the roots
it thought
had started to become.
bleeding.
© Hudson BIko
stay
sometimes i wish
i could open
the doors
without thinking
that they
would always
leave through
the windows.
sometimes i wish
more things stayed.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Martin Reisch
hanging
the wind whistles
through the empty
branches. the leaves
are few and far between.
but still there.
hanging.
its weird isn’t it?
that the things we look at
can also
feel exactly like we do.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Thomas Claeys
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