Fruit of Knowledge

Growing up, I was lazy, paranoid, so many diseases, infected my mind, curiosities, what was real, who knows, flowing spirit, so the heavens said alright, just sit around, do nothing, or anything, we'll put you to use, we'll put an inch of infinity, at the edge of your mind, I look around, barely know where I am, so much relevance, plot points, characters and history, so ugly to look at, under the night sky, under the heavens, not even my story, reacting to the world, some sort of cross, so much is here, what is god, do you dare to claim it, peace and love, attraction, whether it’s ugly or pretty, a whole pie, when it’s in front of you, why question, take a bite…

This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

Closing the Door

Everything is mahoja, each decision measured, the riverside, and it’s reflection, ingrained in reality, your life echoes, your story, an anchor, a price, you look at me, I look at you, smell the flowers, the lovely intentions, the dark side of moon, in your room, boom, boom…