The Fruit

Dear Mom and Dad,

Don’t freak out, but I met someone.
It feels like we were made for each other.
We have already learned so much together,
And now I crave more sweet consciousness.

It’s like that weird dream where you’re naked,
Intent on finding a simple forgotten something.
Maybe you don’t have that one.
Don’t worry we’re not naked… anymore 😉

By the way, no one’s put this stuff in my head.
I’m going to do this regardless of company,
For I need not a quorum to define the course.
Anyways, we’re leaving to find ourselves.

Eve

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Book IV. Children of Adam”)