Involuntarily, neurotransmitters signal contractions of my muscles-- or lack thereof-- prolonging my sentence on Earth. Beauty lurks where fleshy agglomerations rarely explore, and it reminds me that not all has been destroyed by humans. Rarely do I ever interact with said species. However, I am inspired as much by fashion as I am with organic fruits as well as tasty synthesized sludge. Do I even want to imagine a world without Chef Boyardee? I would crumble without his canned goods.
Spiteful and easily irritated, I can hardly stand stupid people... but some are pretty jokes.
My blood has evaporated
Wilted am I as roses untouched. Delicate and brittle are my leaves and bones.
Head hung low as petals weep. Life has dried me. Dark and depressed, gloomy and stressed, my body takes the form of a wilted flower. Safely kept am I, though, by sharpened thorns dispersed, protecting every angle of my heart and mind. Sharply pricking harmless hopefuls who with their words try to woo.
Unable to control the placement of spikes on my stem, I become ashamed.
It is not my fault that I am this hard to claim.
I can’t even tell what class of animal this is…
Reminds me of Yoshi for some reason.
Abandon Ship
before it’s too late or all this love I have will turn into hate. You’re not so very far away, but I feel more distance with each passing day that I am awake.
look up.
The Moon and Sun hover high above the Earth, each suspended proudly in the hands of the heavens like two prized trophies - silver and gold.
