In my dream I was having a conversation with my cousin. I wanted to smoke a joint but I was worried about having a panic attack. As I was with her I knew she could help me get through it, but we couldn’t smoke together because she’s pregnant now, in the dream and real life too. I missed our youth. In that moment, still thinking if I had to smoke or not, a man appeared. It was like a metaphor. He said “we get ourselves naked for war and pain, and that’s a sign of strength. But we won’t do that for love, or to feel vulnerable”, while he took his shirt off. He made me think. Then I woke up.
26 jun 2023
8 jun 2023
el camino es más liviano
gracias a mis sueños
que me permiten vivir cien vidas cada noche
para cultivar la imaginación se necesita intención
y chispa
estoy escribiendo menos poesía porque estoy leyendo menos poesía
se siembra y luego se cultiva
lo mismo con el lenguaje
no soy ansiosa, me cansé de esperar
la templanza es mi lucero
escribo inconexo porque así son mis pensamientos
los que son continuos están en birome y papel
acá escupo porque encarno el alma de lo virtual
el hilo conductor es más tenue pero está
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