ed.02 my heart hurts
an accumulation of my arrhythmia:
dug & scanned photos, lost pen strokes, scribble left in the 'scape
have you found it?
have you awoken with sentence lodged between throat and sternum /
witnessed reflection morph into fluid fold and annotated cicatrices /
held melancholia in one hand and reverence in the other?have you tasted joy fragile enough to dissolve in soft savor /
drenched lintels in a longing downpour and thunderous devotion /
knelt at altars with bruised knees and choked on the question still suspended in dust haloes?
the wildness cares not for your story
and this bench is carved from absurdity
and the sun will rise in ode to your softness
soulscapes started as an art zine (published for the homies) but it seems to also be a blog? a poetry instagram account? the place visited in dreams?
perhaps a small universe–of thoughts, ignored poetic structure, collaged maps, sketches, soft-riot reminders-–for people who feel “too much” and are tangled in a web of a constant becoming.soulscapes is whatever you want, a montage of musings. dripped from a (genius/sh!thead/lover) bean trying to get comfy sharing art with the world and figuring out how to be a human.
thanks for your time, friend <3 luv, LJ ⏾
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LJ
an artist, a bean, a conduit–alchemizing the magic of the soulscape: you know, that thing tucked away in your brain that makes your heart ache and your soul feel like it's going to burst?
like soulscapes, LJ isn’t any one thing.a lingerer in soft reverence for having no idea what the f*ck is goin’ on… and creating anyway
you can find 'em stuck where meaning hides in plain sight.
shared (shitty) diner coffee / playlists working like prayer can’t / wildness in sunset / the stupid, courageous choice to love anyway.
they hang out with question marks, make lanterns from whatever’s left on the table, and tape together labyrinth's map.
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siempre, lj
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siempre, lj
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siempre, lj
