There was space opera in the underwater. The blackness was fulfilled. The eyes that follow sensed the radioactive matters below. Delicate movements were dancing on the density of the unknown liquid. I was nil, but I thought. The jellyfishes were psychedelic in their formal discipline as I hit and deconstructed their rhythm. I thought of other matters, it reconciled with the act.
Slowly, slowly, the eyes were dissolved by the lunar sun. Aching for awakening.
Erika Ruiz | 23:07 |
on the other side
Weightless Overbearing
The pensive nothingness decenters the path of a dream with rigor, mirth and irony. Highly possible as the feeling of pondering while breathing soothes the burden of the being; like seeing the entire spectrum of light and darkness, fishing on a sunken castle lake of a setting, free with delirium and wine.
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a portrait hole
Erika Ruiz
19 [27 August 1990]
Manila, Philippines
dreams inspire me
surrealist dissection
By the way, this is just for the expression of and for the self; so as to escape, be fit for a refuge. Non-fiction and surrealism might often insert itself. This is a storage of the raw.