waving from ship to shore

tragically, i don't think my hair dye took. and the vaseline i rimmed my hairline with has seeped into the hair, giving it a plastic texture underneath the wetness. so beautiful.

i feel less as though i'm standing outside myself than i feel that i've just pushed myself into some sort of pocket and now i'm spreading out in the emptiness. then again.

strange memories overtake me in the shower. i close my eyes and let the chemicals rinse over me and colour the tiny, fine hairs of my body. i woke up this morning with a creation myth in my head.

i am blissfully vacant and empty-headed. i am light and airy and if i wasn't attached to this curse of a body i would slip away.

you know the nearer your destination
the more you're slip sliding away