Moon Goddess and Salad

In an act of reconstruction, you consume and destroy me. Pink and purple sea, because pink and purple sky. I was lost, I found you. You were there getting lost too.

Humans believe the real them to be the sad them, and I, too, have believed in the incongruence of my happiness and my sadness. I took all of the sporadic memories I should have kept, and tossed them, decorating the seabed with more useless trash.

Ministry of sadness, suffering lord of melancholy, all good and fair. I’ve grown such a fame. Of being the change of light that hits you when entering a tunnel a bit too fast. Whatever.

Losing muscle tone on such a hot day, I couldn’t even keep the flies away. I had ink and I had rust. I was happy just to see the white bird picking at something, unaware or unbothered by me.

I was lost at sea, and the clouds were so many. You speak the universe and know the stars, you drink beer and get a little too stoned too easily. I’m clean, you ask me to shower. You consume reality and I let you enter through the glass door. Small space, lots of water.

There is no city, only ocean and bathroom… There is no moon tonight, unopened books and pc glow. Distract me, sleep in me. Flood me. It’s safe, you called my boat to you, and for you, now I am saved.