#sleepwalking
Asleep at the Picnic - Part 3 is out now on Patreon, thanks for the support! #sleepwalking#acting#story#hypnosis#hypno#mesmerized
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When day becomes night and night becomes day. I told myself, I will go to bed after this and the infinite hyperlinking transcends time. When finally I succumb to droopy lids, set aside my reading materials (whether it’s a laptop or a book) on the empty side of my double bed and lie down. Sometimes I close my lids and all I see are statics from my brain neurons firing. I thought about what I read, and the day and people’s faces. Did I come off too strong? I should have said something. Why is it like this? Suddenly I thought of a word I didn’t understand but was too lazy to look up earlier. I got up and search the dictionary or wikipedia. By the time I enter my blanket I realize that satisfaction only last as long as another alien thought comes up. I left it to dreaming and wake up feeling a bit haunted from all the weird combination imageries. That, would be the better nights. Other times, I enter my blanket only to realize my alarm is about to go off in an hour. I sat on the couch and enter a lucid dream phase where I find myself either tidying room half consciously or staring into the back of my eyelids. Alarm sound is harsh. Some cheap instant coffee and it begins the cycle of another sleepy day.
Hey my webcomic In The Woods Somewhere updated today - you should check it out!
-> -> -> https://tapas.io/series/In-the-Woods-Somewhere/info
It’s a surreal horror/slice of life story about a boy with narcolepsy… You can also read it here…
-> -> -> https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/in-the-woods-somewhere/list?title_no=589173
“Any previous history of memory issues, mental illness, anything like that?”
“No, not really. I used to sleepwalk when I was a kid, but that’s been about it.”
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Aki Amano. #ElijahNang #MusicLovers
Antes de hacerlo estallar
Quiero que sujetes la mano
Dime si el pulso es constante
O es un murmullo lejano
No arrastro nada esta vez
Traigo el carrete velado
Es pronto para la amnesia
Y tarde para irnos intactos
¿Qué hay que hacer?
Ahora que todo está hablado
Fue justo como debió
Hoy tu recuerdo es un pájaro
Que bate sus alas detrás de mí
Y guarda en su pico tus labios
Tienes la forma precisa
Blanco y regia
Guardas la herencia del mármol
Fuiste la Venus de Milo
Y el mundo en tus brazos
Justo como Chuck Berry te describía
Y rodé
Como resbalan los años
Lo intenté
Hoy tu silueta es un pájaro
Que bate sus ales detrás de mí
Me silba y adorna los pasos
Reunir otra vez al consejo de sabios
Poner una vela, un poco de mirra
Sácame del corredor
Cuando caiga el santuario
Sácame de este fortín
Llévame en tu vuelo raso
Quiero un punto ciego
Lejano del arrebato
Llévame contigo
Sin pactos
Y llévame al puente que no explotó
Al muro que crece en la mano
El mismo que impide tus pasos
Caerán los imperios, los estadios y la divisa
Pero antes tendrán que caer nuestra divergente creencia
#California #Desert #Desierto #Sunrise #Amanecer #futurepast #poetry #poesia #escritos #nature #naturaleza #sleepwalking #light #Iphone #walking #winter #caminando #invierno #vasquezrocks #park #parque #old
#hiking (at Vazquez Rocks, Los Angeles County, CA)
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