w u.

by denayarose


I like to hide my purpose under vague words. Neglect. Resilience. Transience. Language breathes and grows. We’re mastering a written system designed to represent the larger whole. Always striving for completion. Always beautifully inadequate.

I let go of perfection. Sometimes I land in your hands before I notice my mistakes. Screen to screen, we play this game. I repeat myself for fun. I am vulnerable when I trade you for u, when I turn with to w, when I discard the expectation to restrict my thoughts for flow. We find clarity within our mingling minds. We read between the lines. I have nothing to prove.