I find myself struggling to find a passion to talk about a passion fruit. As I stare at this fruit, longing for a spark of inspiration, I feel like the white dots become to be like stars. The passion fruit is hard, circular, and definitely not ripe. The galaxy created on the skin tells its own story. As I await for the next couple days for the passion fruit to slowly rot, the darkness take over. As a gradient from yellow to brown shall fully become brown and skin will shrink and shrivel up is what it takes for a human to enjoy this fruit. The more dead, the more alive I feel.

My time is impending. Maybe not impending, but approaching. My passion fruit is slowly beginning to ripen. As it starts to get wrinkly, it reminds me of an avocado. The texture seems to be quite similar, although the inside is definitely not. I feel a sense of excitement, but also fear that I will not enjoy my passion fruit. The time should be soon. I cannot wait to try a passion fruit for the first time. I feel like a kid wanting to ride a bike for the first time. There’s a sense of nostalgia in my joy. I wish more things felt like this.