First post I think?
I made this tumblr the summer before college ( so quite a few months ago) and I followed image heavy blogs so that I could get inspired for writing, and the plan was to just reblog images with writing attached to it ,but obvs first semester in college who has time?
But I found time instead of studying statistics, I started playing with words and this is not finished or even good just snippets of thoughts. I am also suddenly craving a guava, which I think means time for sleep.
Imagine me a mess on the couch,
you, put together, a puzzle superglued
together in your structure.
I am an apple,
cored, unsliced, leaking.
Amiss on the couch, is this what
it is to be an apple, abondoned
inside a backpack
I like to imagine us in a room,
me blooming into the walls, rolling
through the wooden floors,
unstoppable liquid, and you a gas
quietly seeping, steeping through the
fibers, even occupying the miniscule
sanctuary of space between the organs of insects.
I could only love someone so thorough.
