me irl (a pizza)

a person wearing ten beanies and in one of the beanies is a hairless cat knitting more beanies

Betwixt (a dumb piece of writing from a dumb time in my life)

A forest, so full of life, yet so empty of movement. In the underbrush lies a young girl. Naked and vulnerable she grasps the vines, pulls up the roots, searches.

For answers.

For questions.

For reasons.

For life.

She is not sure how she met the ground- dirt in her hair, face to the hidden sun. Her eyes have been closed for some time now, the sky obscured by her translucent lids.

“Do the answers live in the sky? The stars? The universe?

Or are they in this forest as I am?”

The forest holds corners where thorny bushes grow thick and vines cover paths. Shadows consume the greenery and the vegetations shatters.

The girl wishes to stand, but something pulls her further into the ground. Roots wrap around her and shadows move closer. She is in the dark, wanting to scream. What will await her in these unknown nightmares? Will the shadows uncover? Will the forest thrive come it’s season? Is this winter? The time of sleep?

It's strange to visit this place and watch my mind's demise.