Yearning

I’m a little lost

looking for the way back 

to the walls I worshiped

adorned with pictures

and torn pages 

plastered over neon wallpaper

Though I was color-blind — I believed

in this collage of ripped magazines

deconstructed aesthetics

cut-out news — reports of humanity

groping in the dark for its marbles

These preferential fragments trigger my being 

to birth intricate and intimate pleasures 

beyond the relatability of reality 

Where have my lucid dreams gone

that I now wander the world to find it?

— by anntidote —

Date written: Before 2021

📸 Photograph: Cotton