We take one hand, whilst letting go of another. How do we deal with the internal conflicts arising from these matters of the heart?
Moral questioning: on the battle of guilt and forgiveness of the self.
Becoming every colour can leave us gray, when the lights go down
An indulgent slur of exasperated egoism and every day self-inflation/deflation which I will probably edit forever
I craved you on a level that made the marrow in my bones whisper your name. © Sarah Doughty Source: Crave
Are these clothes the colour of my insides? Are yours?
I have a vision of the shapes and words needed To say that I remember when we perched on secret ledges; The edges of a branch never broken but bonded By the pledges we made in the night time, To fly together. The sky saw us dance with stars and sing a salute, Farewell to […]
We seek the sight of others; a vision of their corporeal being, manifested within their music/their letters/their circles. Flora and I make shapes out of all of our insides and arrive, sometimes, at something synonymous – but never symmetrical. This is the first time that we have aligned our work, and we hope that you love it too! Thank you for reading and listening; for watching the spirals sing with us.
Source: One and Five Chairs
The lavender whispers That relief is long overdue, And listens to the fears that fester in my fingertips Illuminating, In their ill disposition, A denial of the dreams that sit within the willow trees. Tickled by the sorrow, only, Of our weeping limbs, The plant supposes All of us that make sights with pens Will […]