u/itsthefack

CONTEXT: My wife passed last May and most nights, we slept without the curtains/blinds closed. And I have an obsession of picturing shapes and things from the sky, hence the title. Enjoy

As my head hits the pillow

I keep the blinds open at night

So I can look out the window

For clouds paving the way

For the moon and the stars

Which I will use as my blank canvas

As I can paint you with my eyes

Using blurs, tears and fatigue

However these bodies align

Hang it in my dreams

Going to a pop-up bookshop in tomorrow.

I’m planning on bulking up the shelf a little bit so I’m open to recommendations.

I’ve a read a few over the years, just give y’all a ballpark idea of what I’m into, my faves have been;

The Acid House by Irvine Welsh

High-Rise by JG Ballard (loving a few of his books)

Naked Lunch by William S Burroughs

Currently reading The Dirty Havana Trilogy by Pedro Juan Gutiérrez.

So predominantly surreal, dark and pretty f****d up themes is my thing but wouldn’t mind self-help books with themes of grief and winter blues either.

Come at me.