sol-consumer

[sol-consumer]

sometimes i wake up with this sense of dread, that everything good already passed in my life. that the good i felt was all i’ll get.

but then, i watch the sun rise again and realize i’m young. my best years are still ahead of me, no matter what my brain tells me. there’s still time.

the sun is still rising.

[sol-consumer]

[sol-consumer]

Do you feel it?

The pull of the dirt?

The soil speaks

Of love and company

Of being held in the dark.

I was always afraid of small spaces,

But the Earth is so large.

Even confined in a coffin of mud

I can taste freedom.

Worms.

Crawl into the mud,

Let it cherish you

And squeeze the rot from your lungs.

It will fill them with all the loveliest sludge.

Breathe it in—that cool, cool muck.