my brains are moons and planets and i'm trying to write what i know,
but what the hell do i know? where do i go from here? where is my home?

love? sadness? struggle? dramatics? originality?

i live closer to unique peak than sadness gorge.

breathe at the bottom of the sea through me. take your time,
i've got you. time is a relative measurement for mortals and we are gods, baby.

i created the seas and the mountains and the forests for you in my heart.
we can fly too close the sun and not get hurt. but we'll fall anyway because
we like how it feels.

what is all of this love pouring out of me? i can taste it.
watermelon slush with orange and apple.