05.12.2024 - "Spoken Word"
October 23, 2024•142 words
When I write about it, my voice allowed makes it depend on the paper. Or maybe the ink to my eye. Or if you ask my hand, the indentation on a surface. Surface........?¿
What is that even to begin to understand of itself that is what is that I can indent on....!?.
I think I finally understand what it is to, well, not understand...... understandingly understood.
Understand me.
Understood.
I live for the undoing of the shitshow I used to think was crochet, out of understanding and learning respect for yarn.
It was not crocheting, but a Couture-lit.
I am in love with the sensation of accepting to receive and allow these loving loves I discover I've already been dancing with for 10 songs.
An album of healthy toes and clean shoe-tops.
But hey, started from the bottom now we're here.
Amen.