Alexandra Campbell-Marshall

Another body - as important as yours, with skin that perceives and shudders when discomforted. Relaxes by a friendly breath.

A reflection in another's eyes. As clear within as when you see yourself in everybody. Feel the borders between your fingertips and attempt to carry their grave consequences. Fates that cut through us, that tear our lives apart instead of pulling them together. Or at least just make it visible. Bestow care to some of the weight. Maybe reality can be lead to where we can all feel welcome and safe. There is no bigger drama than that of enmity. After all, we're all going to die, so we could at least live together, right? Seriously. Birthday parties, housewarming festivities, field trips and the feeling of reunion of some kind.

Time doesn’t judge, doesn’t care. It quietly observes our actions, dimly through the fog.

Our ancestors are long past the edge of memory but yet they have existed. Do we look ahead as we believe and think they do towards us? What did they dream of?

With the breath of the sea and the rhythm of wind and wave through all of my bodies, piled and reborn, wasted but loved. Flowers and rot and flowers, a world of recycled ghost.

I’ll be guided.

Image: Alexandra Campbell-Marshall

Image: Alexandra Campbell-Marshall

Image: Alexandra Campbell-Marshall