silk

the massive metal structure abruptly adjusted his joints. he awkwardly jolted to pick her up, the most delicate of objects. upon entering its claws, the structure's fractured moments appeared to instantly smoothen and the fiber took over the structure's every movement. with every jerk the fiber responded. she calmed the undetermined movement and covered the exposed connections. the wounds were no longer visible but concealed by her most luxuriousness .

the massive metal structure is no longer. it has been covered, concealed. its presence is immense, but altered.


who has she become? for he is now soft.

untitled

the world continues. will it pass you by? will it knock you over? will you fight it with every ounce of shredded energy you have left within your unused muscle? or succumb to its pressures to "survive"?

shall we continue? shall we challenge? what right do we possess? what urge inspires? for where will we become a year from now? amidst the same struggle to survive or living eternal bliss?

exist or live

we're here.


he awakes in the morning. rolls over. continues.
she awakes in the morning. rolls over. continues.

what separates? who defers? what determines?

he steps the steps and mounts the cold. enters a world of angst and continuation.
she turns. falls down and is soaked by water. she emerges and turns to try again.

the past is unspoken.