lyricism of protest [a loving ramble]

hello! i originally had a very cool idea and i wrote it in my phone under this title and noted down my idea. all i wrote was the following:

HALO HALO HALO.

the tragedy of this story is that i have no idea what any of this means and i really just don't know what my original idea was 😭

i'm okay with this. i've spoken about this before i believe, but my writing stems a lot further than this blog. i imagine it as a rhizome (cheeky deleuze reference) and as much as you can understand one single node or constituent part, all of my writing, even the things i forget, come together to create a conciousness that is very complex and i love it a lot. the cross referencing in my poems is quite cool, and i do it a lot without noticing. it's like how the overture of a musical gives you the themes that come up in the music and whatever.

anyway, i guess what i'm saying is that theres never the full story. even i don't have the full story, because i get ideas and sometimes they come to fruition and sometimes they don't. usually i write them on my hand or on a slip of paper and then either wash my hands or lose the paper 😭

but really i'm okay with that. the idea existed and i sat with it content for some amount of time and that is enough for me!

in terms of this idea specifically, haloes are a very nice concept. so are Angels.

i'm in bed now. i've got a few poems to neaten up and then post and then i will fall asleep next to the stars.

i love you all and have endless gratitude for you reading my work. even if you hate it with a burning passion (as even i do sometimes), it means a lot even for you to be reading.

please take good care and be gentle with yourself.

sending love and hugs,

tash

&c