Wednesday the 1st of March
Bear Mountain, Southern California
Snowboarding was such a beautiful relief from the constant presence from the feeling,
Everything is going to fall apart.
You can’t think,
You don’t feel anything, just everything
This snow buried that large, red, flashing,
‘let the dysregulation begin’
Anxious needles are cocked ready for the corners of my eyes.
They’re too big and too sensitive, I wish my eyes would fucking start participating besides the swift deuteration of my vision.
But here today, on top of the snow going to quickly with an eerie dexterity and extemporaneous control.
You can’t think up there,
you don’t feel anything,
but the snow beneath stolen time.