Drafts, Entries, Theories
Veraacammi es un sitio para consumo propio (for my own consumption)- es decir, el foro no intenta dictar la vida de nadie ni promover algún tipo de estilo de vida; más que expresar a través de mi propio lente *neutral* lo que percibo en la mía. La información compartida es simplemente una proyección que no debe ser tomada por nada más que un corto de mi pensar y/o sentir, que ha sido publicado por motivos de ocio con la única finalidad de autoexploración creativa. Y que además, está siempre sujeto a nunca permanecer incambiable o definitivo.
Veraacammi is a site for my own consumption- that is, the forum does not try to dictate anyone’s life nor promote any type of lifestyle; other than to express through my own *neutral* lens what I perceive from mine. The information shared is simply a projection that ought not be taken for anything more than a short of my thinking and/or feeling, that has been published for leisure purposes with the only intent being creative self-expression. Y que además, está siempre sujeto a nunca permanecer incambiable o definitivo.
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karma is a uranian saturn
no experience, rookie girl,
climbing up the ladder is a swimming current and i’m floating.
know no better but the first is giving bestest,
Collecting souvenirs but when I awake from my dream I was holding nothing
Where am I coming from?
Where do I go?
I exist in this world, to experience the infinity of the universe,
To experience belonging and unity, to remember that there’s a beginning and end and it always looks the same.
The cycle of rebirth and death.
I vow to it and I accept it as the wholeness of life.
Allowing myself to experience what it’s like to be a humanbeing with inner worlds and universes.
Unable to escape the reality of my connection to the earth, even when it’s burning, especially so, when it is burning.
I lay down with the persistent thought that I need to fix myself, wash my face, look clean, get sharp; eat clean, breathe purely, and feed my soul properly, minding my consumption. Forgetting I am the dirt- that lays beneath the flowers as fertilizer for what’s next, the same but rearranged set of particles found on earth, a piece of the bigger mothering planet that carries me in her womb.
I cannot be more untouched than she, picture perfect, no odor, no flaws, no scars, and no aging. Without a sign of skin texture, no mountains and no hills, without the fluidity of minerals and water and blood and chemicals, without the folds and the bags and the rolls and the waves, without the clear livelihood of mortality.