kemasminda

I walk down into heaven, the single node in my chest dead, without pulse.   Heaven is still . Many   s mooth kiss es flutter into   silver stream s   of water crushed metal, shiny rock in an irregular shape, a boil on the burst, a building drool   running   fresh then murky for new life

 E(X)TERNAL 5 D living Chemical structures of each emotion and state.  Doubt  Dread Despair Depression Death Difficulty Deep end Danger Destitution Destruction  Deliverance Dancing  Decoration From the privilege of shower thoughts. Craft a person every night, video taping their creation with a short interview of their day, (a snippet of their soul, sealed within a representation of putting aside yesterday into long term memory,) transforming the energy of that day into clay.  Post it the next morning.