gone
hiding inside
breathing
myself into
the space I’m not
taking
anymore
hiding inside
a nameless void
no words left
to rescue
me
from fracturing
to digestible bits
I sanded my edges
cut myself
to a delicious size
—easy
to be swallowed
—no offense
anymore
pale outlines
remaining
a deafening
absence
of being (me)
—no sound
anymore
a shadow haunting invisible, inaccessible dissolving into innocuous invisibility —you can’t hurt what’s not there anymore drawing the outlines a frame for obliterating emptiness
brigo flickers
—before it fades
into the
whitespace
I’ve become
I hope this will be my last piece about dissolving. The situation that made me hide, that made me keep my head down for the 1st time in my life, is finally over. Now it’s time to heal, to process and to resurrect.
Dissolving is a word I wrote down this past week. This piece landed hard and gave me the chills all over. Your work comes into my mind often, especially your photographs. You have a most beautiful and haunting aesthetic… I know how healing art can be and I wish you the deepest healing there is my lovely wildflower. 🖤🤍
"I hope this will be my last piece about dissolving.
The situation that made me hide, that made me keep my head down for the 1st time in my life, is finally over.
Now it’s time to heal, to process and to resurrect."
Samu,
I hope so too! Your introspection, wisdom, and love will help you keep you head held high and renew your ability to float on high as well. Wishing you a Merry Christmas.
Fondly, Michael