full crystal
I stared at a wall.
It was there.
I considered the meaning of walls.
Mostly about paint choices.
The sky was blue.
Or maybe gray.
Weather is complicated.
Like feelings, but wetter.
I wrote “mortality” in my notebook.
It seemed significant.
I Googled it later.
Turns out it’s just a fancy word for “you die.”
Roses exist.
Violets exist.
So do dandelions.
We ignore them until they blow in our face.
Which is symbolic, I think.
I took a deep breath.
It didn’t fix anything.
I exhaled anyway.
Sometimes action is overrated.
Existence is hard.
Or maybe it’s easy.
Depends on how much coffee you’ve had.
I considered writing a metaphor.
Then I remembered I hate metaphors.
So I wrote about sandwiches instead.
They are substantial.
Literal, too.
Conclusion:
Life is confusing.
Also, snacks are important.
And the universe?
Probably fine.
stark mesa
crimson vortex