concepts

almonds

concept: you come over and i cook an apple for dinner. we are in love as we look at each other. a single tear hits the ground as i morph into an almond (slightly smaller than the average size). u are running as fast as you can.

concept: she walks towards u. palm outstretched and u grasp it. falling in love as a tear runs down her face. suddenly she morphs into an almond and life makes sense.

concept: she invites you into her bedroom for tea. sweet words are exchanged as orphan blood is drank. a sacrifice is made and the apple burns sins into ur skin. it has engulfed u in its presence. u have been found.

concept: you are alone. the tables burning in the other room. blood leaving ur face as you stare into the eyes of an almond. it is you. you are that almond. it is over.

concept: you are running as fast as you can. tears of love escaping your mouth as you scream. the almond following you close. waiting to engulf you in its presence. cooking oranges for you as it waits. a scream. another almond. and it's over.

concept: the almond is upon you. engulfing you in its breath. a scream. dinner is made. wedding bells. a girl appears wearing white. she announces you are married. another scream. another almond.

concept: she is an almond. she has betrayed the trust over an apple dinner. the tears of love surrounding you have turned. the apple is coming. the tables are burning. it is time. time for the almond.

It started out as a concept. An almond a day kept the concepts away. They didn't stay away however, they came back stronger than ever. That night I invited her for dinner. Deciding to cook an apple for it was her favourite, seemingly because of the old and incorrect saying, "An apple a day kept the doctor away.". That night she stared into my eyes as we waited for the apple to finish cooking, exchanging loving words of kindness and looks of adoration. Suddenly, she sheds a tear and a scream as I morph into my true form - an almond - slightly smaller than the average size. She is running as fast as she can away from me, the almond, for her fear of almonds bringing back the concepts has never faded.

The next day she walks towards you, palm outstretched and you take it. There are tears streaming down your face. You have always loved her, even before the almonds and the concepts. Suddenly, she goes still and moments later an almond stands in her place. She has morphed into an almond and now life makes sense.

Later that night she invites you into her bedroom for tea. It is strange. She has never liked tea. You go with her that night and exchange words of love as the blood of orphans is drank. A sacrifice is made that night and the apple burns sins into your skin. It has engulfed you in its presence. You have been found.

You are alone. The sounds of the crackling fire of the burning tables in the other room resonate. Your blood is leaving your face as you stare into the eyes of the almond in the mirror. It is you. You are that almond. It is over.

You are running from the house, from the mirror, from the almond. There are tears of love escaping your mouth as you scream. Screaming louder than you ever have because the almond is following you. It is following closely after you. Waiting to engulf you as it cooks oranges waiting for you. Suddenly there is a scream. Another almond and then it's over.

The almond is upon you. Engulfing you in it's breath, and it in it's eyes. There is a scream and dinner is made. Wedding bells resonate and a girl appears wearing white. She announces you are married. Another scream, another almond.

She is an almond. She has betrayed your trust over an apple dinner. The tears of love and words of kindness have turned. The apple is coming for you. The tables are burning in the other room. It is time. Time for the almond.

(Oh my god this is terrible... HOW DID I CREATE THIS!!!! -ALonelyLemon)