and devices that split open orifices;
now torture is a glitchy Zoom,
FOMO from everyone watching
the Abercrombie doc without me
not knowing Sam could draw amazing.
everything is relative.
when your flowers start blooming
beautiful yellow, bold violet,
soaking up the sun before
wilting and drooping and decaying
downward towards earth
and their destiny of demise.
you don't need traumatic reason
to believe in something as bigger, because
death is longer than life,
but less important,
and your boss will fill your position
in a week if you kicked the bucket.
the animals, the plants
the people, the flowers,
life in its entirety,
everything that ever is or was
is your perspective, your experiences,
your actions, your thoughts, our point-of-view.