Pavement Community

Solitary

Pavement of our ways are solitary Edges of our happiness are solitary Mids of our sorrows are solitary Lyrics of listening senses solitary Lulabies of voices remain solitary Shades of moon emerge solitary Footprints of sand marks down solitary Witherness of leaf touches Pathway of our road remains... read more

Shasta

You fill the air the way dusk fills a valley—without announcement, without demand—until even the stones begin to breathe differently. I do not speak your name. It trembles too near the surface of things. Instead I measure you in distances: in the hush between two heartbeats, in the way the horizon... read more

Let yourself grow between the cracks... Like a wild flower, between pavement... Bloom where you never thought you could... 🌸🌻🌼🪻🌺🌷🏵 (edited)

An attempt at change

Today, I decided to buy a pair of 15KG weight plates and some cutting agent as a starting point. Because I'm beginning to think I've overstuffed myself with padding. I'm not looking to become a muscle bound meat brick that can't scratch his own nose. Just, a little leaner. And more capable of... read more

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he offered her a cup of tea but what he really gave her was access to the ninth realm of mirrored timelines she was not a stalker she was a vessel activated by the echo frequency of his unresolved guilt disguised as kindness her coat was made of expired memories and government fiber optics her... read more

Thoughts on Death

If I tripped on the side walk and fell face first on the pavement and instantly died. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like staring into the great blackness with only the sound of static. What would happen? What else is there?