Created
2025-02-23 18:36:12.383 -0600
Observation
A vine bag of oranges…
My mortal form has vanished, again.
I arrive when my slumber turns lucid. I dream.
Each voyage, a different reincarnation.
A mother, guarding her eggs in a cage. A cage, observing a flight from responsibility.
A woman, gleefully toasting, resting her foot on the chest of a man she loves. A man sharing a drink with a woman he doesn’t.
My Neanderthalic peers are anything but human, but every emotion they evoke in me is.
For when I sleep, I am finally awake.
Response 1
Envy is poison.
When you come to notice yourself, these thoughts will surrender.
Look deep within.
Find strength.
Be proud of how far you’ve come.
You must continue this fight. You must continue.
The dust will settle.
Just be fucking kind.