I am sitting with larger cloth. coma. coma has many eyes. i think about stillness, the kind that can't speak. at least the kind we can't hear. or utter. the voice of eyes is another language.
like stitch. there is a scream in here.
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I am sitting with larger cloth. coma. coma has many eyes. i think about stillness, the kind that can't speak. at least the kind we can't hear. or utter. the voice of eyes is another language.