Pink and said to be mean
Your tentacles tend to scare me
You're often alone, are you lonely?
Drymonema larsoni... don't worry
We can be friends, just don't sting me..

Native to the Mediterranean, Caribbean, and The Gulf of Mexico..
Searching for Moon Jellies and feasting once they're found
They wrap their tentacles around- them and drag them in
What a cruel fate? you may think that but we do the same thing.

you were the death of me
you are the birth of me
an internal metamorphosis
of irrevocable change

i dreamt of a familiar sight
i woke up to a familiar scent
why are you in my head?
i like that you're in my head

i tasted a familiar taste
i heard a familiar voice
why are you in my head?
i hate my lonely bed

your name on my skin
i can feel a touch that's yours
i see the world in black and white
but with you,
every **** thing's in color

i want to stop getting drunk
because it hurts my head
the smell is like a stain on my bed,
i hate the taste now
and i miss you

i want to be sober but i cant
because alcohol makes me numb
i know i shouldn't run from
the taste that i hate
and i miss you

i see you in the streets
i can smell you on my shirt
please get out of my head
i hate that you're in my head

the taste is getting lost
i can hear your voice surrounding me
please get out of my head
and fall asleep on my bed

your name on my skin
i can feel your hand in mine
you always wanted a vineyard in italy
but now i hate the taste of wine

i want to get drunk every night
because i like the pain in my head
your scent is like a stain on my bed,
i hate the taste now
and i miss you

i dont want to be sober anymore
because i want to be numb
but i cant run from
the taste that i hate
because i need you

-Could I, should I? I won't, defiantly not.
-I'm missing something, probably missing that one person but no defiantly not.
-I need a cigarette, lots of cigarettes.
-it's too cold, it feels nice.
-Fuckfuckfuck
-I'm not lost, I'm home. You're home. We're home, I think.. We'll reach there.
-Don't try, it's not worth the effort.
-it's not your fault, it mostly is but at least not completely. Please believe that.
-You look crazy, take a sip of something.
-Wasted youth? Blekh
-Do you believe that we have our own scents? Just like flowers, and just like flowers I want a pretty color to be. I think I hate flowers sometimes, only a bit. No I don't hate flowers, I like them more than humans so yeah, no. I like flowers, I love orchids.
-Think, think, think of the happiest things it's the same as having wings. Not quite.
-What you fear is probably what you're going to lose, fear that. Fear less, fearless.
-don't talk, it'll come out as nonsense and just be annoying noise to them.
-don't, don't go there. Oh ****.
Okay.

Trying to find
Profound things to say
About the escaping day
Swimming like those bubbles
You blew as a kid into the garden sky
About endings and capture
And letting pretty birds fly

The sky folds into grey
Peach slashes between ceilings

He names each nook and cranny of the coast
As it shuffles imperceptibly closer
“Ever thought of sailing places?”
And just like that
Father to eldest son
He p
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The sea into him

“Sometimes it good to be home”
She says of the chalk cliffs
And the purplest of greens
Bruising the horizon