toys

I wrote this piece out of my own experience living in a world that normalizes passive intimacy — where bodies touch but hearts stay untouched. Where sex is exchanged without love, and connection is often replaced with performance. It’s about that cycle of wanting, consuming, collecting, and still feeling cold inside. It’s about realizing that what I really longed for couldn’t be stitched together from moments, trends, or appearances — it could only be woven through love, commitment, and something far deeper.

Collectibles

Duplicable

Culture dipped

Drippy pheromones

Google the eyes

Attractions

Amusements

The lines and the curves

The flow of the shirts

Impress on

Express on

Desire

I want I want I want

Resistance for

Gratified instances

Moments birthed of deep

Needs for being seen

But never quite stitch the seem

Now all these little squares

Each unique

Are falling apart

And don’t keep me warm

With their patterns

And stitches so intrinsic

To the eyes

Infatuated collection

Big needles

Sparred attachments

What is love

The choice

The action

The wordless communication