I can imagine floating in a pool.

Sunshine beating down.

Surrounded by blue water.

Two leaves floating beside me.

Or are those leaves?

They turn into two whales.

And I’m not in a pool.

But far out in the ocean.

Being chased by whales.

The mind of an author.

Strange and unpredictable.


cerebralust: my life rn


Life can move along smoothly
Without bumps or surprises.
It can be so smooth that
It becomes boring,
The bumps are the spice of life.
The ups and downs.
The births and deaths.
The good with the bad.
We need the spice
To properly flavor the soup.
Enjoy the bumps.
Ride them with care.
Make them work for you.