Tiny plants of matter; 

you read my journal entry from my morning pages

avoiding eye contact we slip into vulnerabilities

translucent in weight, it shines like slime

putty, messy —efficient in attention

requires your focus to feudalize importance

my weaknesses as old as algae, and as critical

my stubbornest to survive and finding myself in adaptability

the beauty of being strung along is that you predate recollection

fixated on a park bench, so familiar in its stagnancy

i can’t help but be enamored by the neon glow of teamwork. cascading upstream, count all the instances that defy gravity. 

symbiosis, we meet again. 

the instant of time is echoed here

time shared surviving, accomplish more for the atmosphere. the ecosystem. 

spending more time multiplying yourself so the future is more inhabitable because you're protected by self?

observed.

but in my discord i still see me in everything. 

self-mobilization. 

but in my world im surrounded by hallways

and the clock is ticking to sense what’s directly behind closed doors.

my tongue sharp as what defies gravity and crystallizes in space.

i speak protection over my eyes

what i face, let growth be embedded within its spine

my field of protection and reach is pointy, dangerous. tossed out during security checks

too potent and against the rules

but i still see me in everything that’s tossed away. 

slightly present — i return to the instant with stories of tomorrow. advices as we all wait in line.

when i sit on a park bench and asks of algae the wisdom of community, communication and clarity

i just want to feel less alone in the today.

while theres something confrontational about the next