I think I’d do so good as the second person to die in a found footage film.
Asking the right questions, thriving in my lane. Unbothered as I’m pulled into the darkness, never to be seen again.
Eating eggs by the shell. The carton. The hen.
I spit whites and I bleed yolk. I wake up sunny side up, and scramble the opposition.
You wouldn’t last a day in my coop
If anyone has a glass of water in their house that’s been sitting there for several days. Please love yourself and throw it out or give it to your plants. It’s okay to let go.