Bite The Apple Skin
Water drips from the APPLE. Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip. The smell of sweet APPLE is in the air. Just looking at you, a spectacle that can be mistaken for a star exploding in the depths of space. No matter the distance, I will still be able to see your bright light. So Firm, colorful, rich, and mysterious just the way skin is suppose to be. Have you seen the depths of her eyes? A rich onyx in the shade and them a warm amber color in the light. The ambient environment disperses before you, mimicking a dream with no sound. Reborn in the form of letters, then words, and lastly syllables you can’t help but hear humming around like a G machine: “Will she see me? Will she think I’m cute? How can I ever be with someone like her? Will she like me as a person? Am I good enough? How crazy does she think I am for staring at her? Should I act like the asshole she has dated?" All of
