Everything tastes like a violet bell
there’s a memory puddle on the floor
and I step in sweat, mouths. Take off my rings in reverse, say I LOVE YOU to Day and stretch the question, Is everything?
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I inhale a past through this shirt. A portal to when the man asked for my smoke and the stoplight was long.
He pointed, shaking, and said, “You like that band?”
I, of coursed.
“That one,” he said. “Christine McVie. She’s my sister.”
I said, “So sad that she’s gone,” and watched his face shatter.
“No what, no. You’re not for real? That’s my sister…I have to….I have to….”
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Blooms return, everything is real and not. Practice gratefulness, greatfullness, greightfulness, god is an equal sign, everything everything..
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It’s more fun to believe.1
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For weeks, I watched twelve-year-old me say, “I don’t know…..” and stick out her tongue in a video on repeat.
I have such a deep desire to know what she might be thinking……take a screenshot and zoom until the pixels blur…..tell me…..? Are those thoughts somewhere? does she exist in a separate realm from my memory? is every moment forever?
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Gosh.
I have to stop chugging so many apple seeds.
I have to stop chewing gum by the forkful.
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Sorry! sometimes I’m bad,
Sorry! sometimes I’m good,
but I’m also never sorry, because I’m also a child.
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…….sleeping in time machines, abstract realities, well that didn’t last…….
but maybe that’s perfect :P! maybe it’s everything…….MAYBE THAT’S EVERYTHING, thanks.
never sorry 💫
It’s like gum and apple seeds everyday