I’m on my way to meet you at Da'an Park
where we once relished in daydreams
embodying limbless sea creatures
submerged into tranquility
You havent seen or heard from me in months
deafening absence absorbed in riptides
I could hear a hairpin drop
before slowly expiring into depths of desperation
The uber reeks of peanut butter
I remember months ticking by
the only thing I could stomach
peanut butter sandwiches from 7/11
Back when you and I fit perfectly into an us
utterly distraught
lost, transforming into bones
sucking hopelessly on lavender haze
I found a new narcotic to smother my muse
I’ve gained back the weight
and the ability to mute your postulation
even if it merely survives
a second.
