This is new stuff (July 2020):
Thou shalt not be lonely.
Below is old stuff (March 2020):
SOME DAYS I WISH I WOULDN'T KNOW
ANY BETTER THAN THAT A HONEYPOT
WOULD SIMPLY REFER TO A VESSEL
TO STORE HONEY.
there will be something more meaningful on this special page,
at some point in the big vast universe of everything-means-nothing.
journal of sorts
2020-03-23 long bike ride next to colourful flower fields.
2020-03-22 walking with friend near sea and dunes.
2020-03-21 canoeing in city canal gathering plastic.
was i left alive
—though it was likely more random—
to find the vast amount
—if only i'd be a magician—
of beauty in this
—making myself disappear—
forgotten world of life