it’s my happy place. where i will go when it’s my time to leave. it’s our life, with it’s unpredictable storms, searing sun, and roiling waters. sneaking up and destroying you. bringing life. the taste of tears. the calm. gentle caresses.
it’s a fried rice kind of day. don’t ask me how they go together. our life is up in the fucking air, and the leftovers need to be eaten.
Mushrooms keep the earth turning.