Distance
- Oil on three canvases
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8 x 8 in
(20.32 x 20.32 cm)
- Raven Smith
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By: T
2022
I’m tired of thinking
I’m tired of thinking I could stop
when thinking comes he just follows
He lurks in the cracks of all the homes on the south side
heard He be out west too sometimes
you just know when He on the way
makes sure He’s strong in letting you know when He bout to pull up
it’s weird cause it’s like you can almost taste Him
taste just like doubt
stiff
nd bitter
Iike an oldhead stuck in their ways
like being angry with yourself for months because you couldn’t figure out
why you were becoming so detached
He just knows when it’s the worst time to come around
i think He feeds off of it
probably why He seems so joyous
He’s always so loud
loud In smell
nd in sight
nd in sound
in comparison vacant lots out south sound like a symphony at night
i know they’re lonely too
at night they sing about the homes nd corner stores they once loved
He somehow still makes a place feel alone
nd yet somehow He still makes an emptiness feel so full
almost feels like your intestines start turning to dust
like your stomach just dehydrates
nd all you feel is stuck
nd all you feel is thin
it almost makes your body forget the basics
He always arrives in my lungs first
sucks on the moisture
feels like a sharp wind is being pushed into your chest
nd it begins to inflate your lungs
nd all you feel is a new slimy breathe
feels like you're not the one who’s breathing
It’s almost like you’re not
- Created: 2022