Hey did you hear that? Your soulmate chewing on stale food, gulping it down their throat, like it was the royal meal before their crowning ceremony. Free will is fiction they say so here I sit listening to your delicious sounds, ones you should have heard, but your past lovers made you deaf, so I point out the melodies to you- that of your twin flame and all the silence in between that circled back to the same starting point of here where I tell you that free will is fiction.
For a country where it stopped raining since the new Emperor was crowned, these last star moments that have arrived with nectar to erase droughts of many hibernating minds, have been surreal. We have enjoyed stepping out in the rain without our colored umbrellas. We have slept in natural sounds without the constant buzz of our digital people. We have met old friends under this transparent pour, that doesn’t question future or regret the past. We simply taste it with our new tongues.