different patterns: jutting out from the walls is paper and ink, things that are creative and pleasing! my eyes go there by instinct, but i chastise you for your eyes landing there. regular colour is like sleep and breath and death, it leads to little cognition and zero orbitals, no melodies; we search for coercion and flannel and explosion into. anything that's different anything that is different
familiarities: well, we come back to the usual, to make ourselves feel better. to apologize for giving in to the difference. we resign to comfort. we are sorry. we look for someone who might be our friend, who we could nod at, what would wake us from feeling solitary, asleep. we're so used to looking at moving pictures on screens that it hypnotizes us, me, sorry, me, i, me. i continue to come back in gaze to that solid screen on the pinball machine, it's a face, it's close to the mirror, i understand it somewhat, i pretend like it's entertainment, like it's something to do.
attractive people: your face is so adorable, i even like the pores on your nose. i'm VERY sure that you hate those slightly enlarged pores, but i think they make you more human, all the more beautiful. your small blinking eyes glow with purpose. your curls radiate the creamy skin within. frailty is your hesitation, as is mine, and that silence draws me more, to you.
away from: shrug shrug dart dart dart dark close feign feign pretend to check phone pretend to think about something shrug shrug yawn fake yawn, close gaze in on paint, wall paint, artwork, that which pretends to have such intent and purpose.
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