it always waits.
long enough
for me to begin
to forget.
to have
a semblance
of certainty
in a new reality
where things are slightly better.
normal, maybe.
long enough
so my eyes
can collapse
into dreams
bursting at the seams
with what seems
to be tranquility.
long enough
to feel as though
it was long enough
ago
and i can finally
let go.
until it stops waiting.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Annie Spratt
Days feel like tape
stuck in cassettes
re-winded and played again
( the tapes are empty)
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Andrew Neel
living in this paradox of mobility and immobility.
watching hours turn into days,
days into months,
months into years,
years into lifetimes,
diluted into an infinity of others that existed before us
as we stayed silent in these corrugated lines
living on the margins of timelines
that cut through rationality
with thin blades piercing
as we found ourselves
asking if this is
living
at all
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Tim Trad
It’s in the little things
Like
mornings
that begin
with happy endings.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Nick De Partee
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