Rotting teeth.
Bleeding feet.
It’s become really difficult to remember yesterday.
But I’ve escaped today.
And my feet are bleeding and my teeth are rotting.
Why?
I saw fractals of eyes in every crevice of existence.
I saw God yesterday.
I chased him for two years.
I can physically feel the euphoria slipping away from me.
I let the ocean do what it wants with me now.
I bask in the sun.
I pray sometimes, too.
Sometimes my chest hurts.
Or I can’t breathe.
I used to take advantage of the clouds.
But if you look closely one day you may notice that today they’re particularly ethereal.
