I reached into the fruit shelf and plucked a plum dandy. He was near to ripe, but ripe enough for me. After all, I’m only 27.
I’ve only been in this town for two months and I’m broke, so pickings are slim. Can’t be too selective now.
And it’s time, like I’ve done over these last 8 weeks here, for my routine daily greetings. The fruit scene was my first, but so many more to do… How many times will I have to say, “where did you come from on this fine day MY FINE SIR?”
He said he came from the sun to spread joy and forgiveness to all the little humanoids…
But a part of him felt reluctant to disseminate such compassion since he had experienced such hardships and disappointment from his previous relationships.
Despite, why let that hold him back. Take a chance and maybe feel love because everyone is capable of change, love and unity.
And maybe it’s best not to care. And maybe it’s ok just to sit in the sun and think about nothing other than how content you are and what kind of burrito you’re going to have.
But there are no burritos in space, or fire. So you might find it hard to smoke. But our lungs seem less, oxygen seems like a waste. As clusters explode by, we’re still. Up is down where we are, and bright, so with our eyes closed, can you tell me whether we sink to the bottom or float to the top? But either way, it’s still okay to sit in the sun and think about nothing other than how content we are.
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