death and love

July 24, 2020

Hello.
I’ve been transmuted into a watermelon.

From this point forward, I will be surrendering my consciousness to the void and submitting to the pure love of birth and death that is each passing moment.

Eating the limes off of all the trees I climb,
I don’t know what I’m waiting for.
Seems like forbidden fruit is the only kind I like.

I need a word for the feeling of frustration and admiration in someone because you wish you had coined the creative thing they did but didn’t. Like FOMO for having not been the one who received that bit of genius from the universe and collective consciousness. Like cute aggression but for artistic creation.

I don’t need you to see into me
And I’ve been needing some intimacy
For awhile
But beneath the purple moon at night
Is too lovely a place to cry.

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