the sky breaks open like a sentence you didn’t expect. you’re barefoot on the balcony.

stone fruits on the verge of rotting

peaches with bruised skin. cherries that taste like wine. plums soft enough to eat over the sink. this is fruit in its final form: sweet, sticky, alive with urgency. it reminds you that softness has a shelf life, and beauty isn’t meant to last. it’s meant to be savored.