
It’s in the little things
Like
mornings
that begin
with happy endings.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Nick De Partee
Lucidity: https://wp.me/s8iCv2-lucidity

It’s in the little things
Like
mornings
that begin
with happy endings.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Nick De Partee
Lucidity: https://wp.me/s8iCv2-lucidity

It’s in the little things
Like long
naps and
letting words
find their own silence
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Sherry Zhu
Lucidity II: http://wp.me/p8iCv2-1lE

Everything
That made them
made us
As
fleeting
and temporary
As the
dust that brushed
their cheeks
Before
leaving them
In shadows
bellowing
their emptiness
And we couldn’t take it
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Nik Macmillan
Blossom I: http://wp.me/p8iCv2-1gs

The numbers trickle
like rain
on window panes
On summer mornings
mourning
the disappearance
of tranquility
and rationality
In worlds moving
across computer screens
like words typed
at 200 over the limit
per minute
Opening scars
left unfilled
by likes
and open mics
On Sunday nights
in bars
that barred
the entrance
of those who had words
poured hard
out of mouths
that could
never control
their role
in societies
we called ourselves
Like words
that stood
dead wood
Because
they controlled
us
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Samuel Zeller
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Meddle

Pulling apart layers of obscurity
/
Searching for semblances of sanity
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Abi Lewis