#2

I will never stop using it.

I’m 18 years old  - and I’m addicted to eating plastic.

Ten water bottles.

It’s the way it crunched.

The texture of the remote control.

When it’s done it kind of hurts.

She was abused.

She turned to plastic for comfort.

Not so empty.

This isn’t meant to go in a body.

Hurt me.

I really would like to stop.

Bleach.

Germofobe.

It has ruined her, and her clothes.

Clean yourself.

It slapped me in the face.

I thought it was just because I was pregnant.

I have to use it.

So I can be able to smell it – Forever.

It has burned my eyes and my face.

It burns.

I keep voicing my concerns.

I always feel kind of empty

It’s like Christmas time

Something

It’s going to hurt you.

Does it scare you –

Like it scares me?

I don’t want to eat plastic.

I don’t want to feel guilty. 

Go see a doctor.

I don’t; think the outcome is going to change anything.

If bleach gets in your eyes…

Looking for love. 

 

Andrei Popa:"the artist can reach a state/level when she/he will understand why, or not, even if she/he doesn’t, the impulse of creating would be enough of a point.but yes if he/she understands why automatically he/she levels up and naturally discovers something newbecause it would be looking from a new perspective with new sight & insight “Cristiana Cott Negoescu"totally agree, yet still I look at this aspect as it could be a searching for an answer, rather not really a point. Could it be a nonsense observation? Or maybe view it as a searching for another question/ answer ? could it be the same thing ? how much info can a point provide?"

Andrei Popa:
"the artist can reach a state/level when she/he will understand why, or not, even if she/he doesn’t, the impulse of creating would be enough of a point.
but yes if he/she understands why automatically he/she levels up and naturally discovers something new
because it would be looking from a new perspective with new sight & insight “

Cristiana Cott Negoescu
"totally agree, yet still I look at this aspect as it could be a searching for an answer, rather not really a point. Could it be a nonsense observation? Or maybe view it as a searching for another question/ answer ? could it be the same thing ? how much info can a point provide?"

I have a tooth acke. I thought you should know that. All that has been said up to now has nothing to do with the truth. Truth is very illusive, you cannot catch hold of it with words. The functioning of the mind is non-existential, I function into that which is not. I hope some day we will hold our hands and even though I am not able to breathe underwater we will just stay on the surface of things. Either in the past or in the future. The way that my mind functions. In my present there is no mind. Imaginary faculty of magic.

I have a tooth acke. I thought you should know that. All that has been said up to now has nothing to do with the truth. Truth is very illusive, you cannot catch hold of it with words. The functioning of the mind is non-existential, I function into that which is not. 
I hope some day we will hold our hands and even though I am not able to breathe underwater we will just stay on the surface of things. 
Either in the past or in the future. The way that my mind functions. In my present there is no mind. 
Imaginary faculty of magic.

If I speak, I speak with great hesitance because I know that I am not even close, or far, or even seeing the possibility to be a master of masters  
I know that whatever I say I will come at some point to be in contradiction with myself, (only maybe, to be able to walk) 
Every time I speak, centipedes crawl out of my mouth, like little voyeurs, to see how the world is  outside my body - When they see it, they go back in, not considering that the chaos inside me is in any way more dangerous than the world outside. 
I tell them that we are only a mirror, every time they are scared. They don’t seem to understand me… 
Silence. 

If I speak, I speak with great hesitance because I know that I am not even close, or far, or even seeing the possibility to be a master of masters  

I know that whatever I say I will come at some point to be in contradiction with myself, (only maybe, to be able to walk) 

Every time I speak, centipedes crawl out of my mouth, like little voyeurs, to see how the world is  outside my body - When they see it, they go back in, not considering that the chaos inside me is in any way more dangerous than the world outside. 

I tell them that we are only a mirror, every time they are scared. They don’t seem to understand me… 

Silence.