PLATO+PILLS

i can call myself a buddhist

i can call myself a buddhist, but the person asking is me. i can answer the door, but i am the only one who is knocking. i can create art, but i am the only viewer. i can make you happy, but i’m the one who smiles. i can call you beautiful, and in doing so i am perpetuating my own consumption in the beautiful colors and rainbows and waterfalls and liquified moments that explode in me like a volcano of pure joy. and then the narrator in the background of the tv that’s in the background of the moment where the foreground is the computer where I’m writing these words, and i’m a little bit confused but i’m not sure if it’s my own bad grammar or the mushrooms or how fucking consumed i am by my own love for YOU, but all i really know is that everything is happy and everything is wonderful and everything is so lovely and i hope you agree. i can calm the judgement but i am the one with concerns. i can finish this tumblr post but i am the only one reading.