melting


August 10, 2020 / Spark Magazine





When will my body lay to rest?

Will it collapse to the staccato of my steps,

     the weight of my words,

     the gravity of my thoughts?


Will I ever find the golden ratio?

Or will my mind become expended,

unattended,

commended yet exacerbated.



And if I were to fail,

Will I be enough for my line of sight,

                 my peace of mind,

        the things I keep, the things I hide?


Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being.



Will  I     ever be okay with just    being where I’m at?

Will I ev              er be okay with just bein        g where I’m at?

Will I ev er be okay wit             h just being w here I’m at?

Will I ever be okay with just being where I’m at?

Will I         ever be okay with ju              st being where I’m at?

W                ill I ever be okay w ith just being

Will I ev er be    okay w         ith just b           eing wh  ere I’m at?   ■







layout: Mia Macallister & Rebecca Wong

photographer: Shuer Zhud

stylists: David Garcia

hmuas: Mariam Ali

model: Rodrigo Colunga Pastrana

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