All day you watch a pear on the table.
This pear is all you have today.
You watch it ripen into bruises.
The fruit is here but you can’t have it.
If only you could catch that instant
when ripening becomes a bruise,
you could have known once and for all
how we stop loving.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
I feel like my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all the small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. But, talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.
it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm
You don’t have to save me. Just hold my hand while I save myself.