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The Weather Report with Juliette Sandoval #5

Thursday June 29, 2023

I never knew reality could pierce so deeply. So the vision was not only mine. The days fall over in a series of coincidences and I am holding on for dear life. If only I could reach my hand into the fire and come out unscathed. I had no idea how terrified I was of living. There isn’t much air to breath. The wind tries to break through the windows at night. I hear it coming through the fences I built around all the bad dreams.

Friday June 30, 2023

I feel you constantly, flowing in the depths of my consciousness like an unseen underground river. I’ve been kept up at night by rivers like that. Now to find a way to go deeper…to find the hidden springs…to find the source which lights the city and consequently, the lights which would finally illuminate a path worth following…

Saturday July 1, 2023

It is very cold at these depths. Maybe it is not a river I was sensing but an ocean. The type of ocean which is black and filled with stars. A liquid melt of the cosmos right here at the center of the world. I could go deeper. I will always take a chance to go further.

Sunday July 2, 2023

The atmosphere lulls again, it slips into the coolness of falling stones.

Monday July 3 2023

You’re divine. Like a dream. Even when the world is cast in shadow. Within the city there are smaller cities, entire ecosystems as I revisit the past in the present. It’s all new but also preserved in memory and I feel my heart pressed like a flower between the pages of your voice.

Tuesday July 4, 2023

In truth, so much happened but I kept looking in your direction. Even as the night got louder and the world began spinning and the dark sky was lit up in red, blue, green, pink, white, yellow. I am conscious only of drowning in oceans and oceans of desire and the unlimited glamours of a bursting world.

Wednesday July 5, 2023

What more is there to say? The library looks like it belongs to one of those unreal metropolises. There is the maze of concrete and the industrial-bred deep sea ferns. Thinking of the perfect specimen. The leaves which spread in my hand, the lines and pattern marking me. Here is a nursery overgrown by ivy and rust. I keep pretending. I keep dissolving into the white light of the imagination. I keep thinking of new ways to say your name. I am caught in the wild repetition of clear blue skies.

Juliette Sandoval

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