Holding this fork like I’m preparing to defend this piece of cake with my life. Currently staring into the void and trying to decide whether I should take another aesthetic photo or just devour the entire slice of cherry cake in one single bite.
If you don't look over soon, I'm going to assume you got hypnotized by a TikTok algorithm and I'll have to send a search party out with neon glow sticks. Until then, I'll just keep posing dramatically like a confused extra in a music video.
Seriously though, I’ve been sitting on this bench under these towering skyscrapers for so long waiting for you to look up from your phone that my soul temporarily left my body to go vibe with the streetlamps.
Midnight thoughts include: do catfish get sad? The city lights were pretty, so I did a dramatic photo shoot on the bridge. I almost dropped my phone into the at least three times, but look at this vibe.
Clad in white, embracing the moon, with the gentle breeze casting shadows of the fan. True to his original aspirations, he keeps moving forward without pause.
Dynasties rising and falling, of shifting tides and restless nights, but sometimes the heaviest wars are fought just to find a quiet cup of tea. Let the world outside burn with its noise and ambition here, sitting among the echoes of an old era, the dust finally settles.
This is what your dad looked like back in the day. Back when dinosaurs still roamed the earth, before gravity was invented, and when my hair used to listen to me instead of having a mind of its own.