Shroomsq Daddy 🏆 🆒

And somehow — somehow — falling felt exactly like being held. Want me to adjust the tone (more humorous, more erotic, more surreal) or turn this into a poem or dialogue instead?

You followed because the trees had teeth made of geometry and the only safe shape in the clearing was him — half father, half fungus, all patience. shroomsq daddy

When the trip turned sharp and jagged, he knelt — not to your height, but to your hurt . And somehow — somehow — falling felt exactly

He didn't hold your hand. He held the space around your hand, so every tremor of yours became a question, every question a tendril of new growth. shroomsq daddy

“Then rewrite it. I’ll be the root you break against.”