Once, I walked into an allergist’s office snacking on some almonds. I left that same office with a deadly almond allergy and a prescription for an epi pen.
Memories of you on my tongue
slow down time
speed up palpitations
revelations in the nectar of a forbidden fruit
this extraction tastes similar to the satisfaction of heard truths
Not sure where this is going, if it’s going anywhere at all. But I’m writing again. Words are flowing again and I’m super stoked to get reacquainted with my long lost confidant.
Whenever I attempt to explain to someone my vision, it’s often dismissed, or I’m looked at as if I’m crazy. No one ever seems to get it. I’m realizing that I will have to do a lot of shit myself. And that’s what it’s got to be because I will never settle for anything less than exactly what it is that I visualize,