I've spent my time hunting for food, staring into the sun, and looking for what I lost. I’ve been eating an orange without a care for where the nectar lands. There's juice dripping on my neck, putting out a large flame. tssssssk kLkkpppp

I feel free, but I feel as if I'm being watched. It’s odd, but I like attention. I'll live in your mind, like pressed flowers in the folds of your brain, or just the ones in your backyard. Anyways, remember to put grapes in your pockets for good luc