Just Thinking…☁️ @celestialcomet - Tumblr Blog

Honestly

Everytime I even FEEL like I miss you, I have to keep reminding myself, why the fuck should I?

There’s nothing to miss, did we have fun of course..

But there’s always fun to be had

I didn’t like pears 🍐 - CC

My days were good, basking in the woods

I’d wait and wait all day for the warmth to fill my bones with glee

Meanwhile, this pear is on the counter, it’s once green skin is now a brown you’d find in the deepest corners of an abandoned building, it’s oozing with white cream

It’s once round and plump curves now flat with fear of death

The next day is a little worse than before. Clouds are rolling in, but I still find some joy in the mundane.

The air feels a little heavy but I can still find the warmth if I wait awhile

I come inside and that pear on the counter

It no longer looks so sunken in, no longer hugging death, more like using its hands to push away the fate, that’s kind of … weird?

Nevertheless, I move on

On to the next day, it’s starting to get heavy, the air is starting to choke me

I don’t go outside as much as I use to, not anymore, I just don’t have the energy

The clouds, much darker than before, is it going to rain?

The pear, looking oh so plump and juicy, its skin so soft, like it was polished just this morning

And its stem looks so strong

Looking at it, it’s starting to.. piss me off…

The next day comes, i don’t know why but I woke up with so much dread. My eyes are so heavy and they sting a little.

I keep blinking but everything looks so watery

When I blink my cheeks get so wet, messing up my powdered blush

I didn’t want to face it, I didn’t want to accept it

I tried to walk outside but the storm was too much, the wind cut me, I could feel the chills through my spine, and not in a good way

That damn pear looks like it belongs in the garden of Eden, how beautiful it is, it almost looks like… like it’d taste good?

I don’t want to imagine trying it, but I almost can’t help it.

I never liked pears, I don’t like how they taste

But this one, there’s something about it

I could just be hungry for not eating in days

But also…. I don’t know, it keeps calling me though, like it wants me

Even though I’m tired of crying, I’m tired of sleeping, I’m tired of being tired, I just want something to want me

I guess I could try this pear… just this once

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