how strange. to wake up . to walk and think and ride the simple human longing to make this world more fun. not better. for the world participates on its own. almost uncognitively but.....but with instinct? I happen to think that to engage in instinct one hasro be cognizant. but. everyday a flower grows. and even as the earth should moan. she sends sustanence. she now's , therefore, I aim to make everyday , as long as I can maintain my anger at how littlefar we've gotten this far, I just want to hear you laugh. I am aware of medical and technological advances. space time and God sending us an extinct animal once again.. allthough nobody's hardly noticed. I get to see stuff like that all the time.


so the moon is full. and I'm dabbling on the most dangerous of lines because oh my me. ive so so much to learn. then I get to teach forgive. and hopefully sooner than those, love you . like relieve every ounce of your stress and have you timid. at me. because of all the ways that love can be.

it's no surprise that I alone . not sure who shares my wavelength. ...but even if anybody WAS like me. the people wouldn't let them.

so I sneak out if an empty house. brave the beautiful creatures of the night. and my hearthowels ... at my moon as you know, this is my favorite way to strip myself . one soul clothing piece at a time. and since I'm lonely. and the moon doesn't quite shine as brightly unless one is looking at it.. I cuddle with her fingerprints.. the waves of her presence . silent, yet bold. and sometimes wind can't even touch them.



and how does her dust settle? does it evolute without me? does God let her wave life into clay so I won't cry and flood the seas or the sky?

that's none of my business.

but if I was to insist on immortality, i would wait forever. human amounts of patience. a d.o.c. because these entitled boring human beings.

if immortality was aye, I'd probably never seem to run out of things to create



looking upon my bare feet and the dirt between me .touch to sense. but dare I think. I am dirt. unevoluted and waiting for you. and space dust. I am carbon also.



I've spoken animatedly to inanimate objects theyve yawned and stretched their petals and their roots would regroup and take reroot. .



tu manques!, even if you were watching me I'd have to dance. tu manques is perfect for us and all the earth. for the poison I breathe out she seeks out and oxygen. for we.



I told you a pesky virus like substance could find its place. for all unexplored . And including space



lace you're fingers into mine. were the missing lynx. nothing quite like being. exactly where we are.



to mirror the earth as yourself.

instead of mirring ugly things

this is why as an original carbon copy. I fear not the pressure it takes to shine like a diamond.,.

or a star!

with her gentle patience ebb and flow.

teach me this way!



and remember

whether waxing or waning or hanging down low.

tu manques.

to me,you're always full.
© chorus chrubble