My name is Nikki Raffail.
I'm trying to make a difference in this world. I'm trying to keep philosophy alive. I'm trying to influence your mind all the while mine is traveling an a billion directions at once.
I believe a little insanity is a good thing.
I'm inspired by life and I'm inspired by brains and nature and love and happiness and obsessiveness and anything else that's in this universe and outside of it. I think too much. I write compulsively. I don't want society to stop reading. I don't want society to stop creating. I want to contribute to this planet's literature that is so often hidden under media, pop culture, and other things that won't really matter in fifty years.
These are my thoughts, and I can't control them. I can't control the words that flow out of my brain and through my body.
This is word vomit. And I'm not cleaning it up.
of you
I'm trying to make a difference in this world. I'm trying to keep philosophy alive. I'm trying to influence your mind all the while mine is traveling an a billion directions at once.
I believe a little insanity is a good thing.
I'm inspired by life and I'm inspired by brains and nature and love and happiness and obsessiveness and anything else that's in this universe and outside of it. I think too much. I write compulsively. I don't want society to stop reading. I don't want society to stop creating. I want to contribute to this planet's literature that is so often hidden under media, pop culture, and other things that won't really matter in fifty years.
These are my thoughts, and I can't control them. I can't control the words that flow out of my brain and through my body.
This is word vomit. And I'm not cleaning it up.
of you
Imitation of Mock Orange by Louise Glück
It is not the caffeine, I tell you.
It is your touch
energizing my body.
I fear you.
I fear you as I fear love,
the woman’s embrace
paralyzing my body, the woman’s
lingering sentiments
and the tears that always escape,
the silent, emotional
symbols of desperation —
In my arms this morning
I feel your steady and reliable heartbeat
multiplied in a thousand directions
that pounds and pounds and then
is steadied into the fresh ecstasy,
the languid covenants. Do you see?
We were made idols of.
And the scent of morning coffee
drifts through your doorframe.
How can we sleep?
How can we be energized
when there is still
that full pot in the next room?
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