What does it mean to be alive, breathing? Why are we doing this, living human being?
How do you feel? Sad. Why? The ocean. What about? It's so pretty and nobody appreciates it. Are you sure about that? Hahahahaha...
In sequence-- How do you like my mood? Sunny-side-up! Every **** body appreciates me! Yes! I am human once more!
What was that? Oh, nothing, I was just being sad. Why? Gravity pulling down on me like heavy rain. Euphoric! You feel it? So much pressure. Do you love me? I love the planet. What does that mean?
All the things you hate, try loving it for once. You think you can do that? If it'll make me happy. Any other reason? Self-sufficiency.
I was waking up last night in the middle of a dream! where the truth was coming to me but the phone rang. It was no one. No one was on the other line. Maybe the call dropped, maybe...
Why is the sea so sad?
Conversations with myself in high indigo purples, *****, yes were sees assess. Are you in love? With the planet. Why? It's made of dirt, my soul covered in.