i felt it.
entering the crevices
with venomous
insistence.
settling.
like ice in rocks.
weathering
then
splattering
the remnants
of suppressants
into blocks.
locked.
in perpetual
cycles
of sufferance.
crumbling.
crumbling.
crumbling.
© Hudson Biko
Tag: streamofconsciousness
freedom.
I watch days dissipate
from maelstroms of insouciant realities
as hours turn into days
and those into months
of falling leaves
from autumn trees
that give way
to years
and those to lifetimes
diluted into an infinity of others that existed before us
As I stay silent in these corrugated lines
living in this paradox of mobility and immobility
that feel like days
stuck in cassettes
re-winded and played again
Before brief moments
of sanity
and clarity
emerge to play out to a microcosm
of a living universe
And maybe that’s what freedom
ever really is
Being able to feel existent
amongst eternities of madness
© Hudson Biko
Photography by Luke Besley
weep
in emptying halls
eyelids caught
hearts weeping
endings of yesterdays
and promises of tomorrows.
( but todays flowed )
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Andrew Haimerl
flames of a mind
i pick each thought
from wilting branches
examining their exterior
under the sun
of a mind
scorching
as it burns
underneath the flames
it created
but never
knows how to put out
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Joshua Newton
learn
once you begin to let go
of the things you think
you know
you begin to learn
more
© Hudson Biko
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