Amonranella
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Amonranella
@amonranella.bsky.social
I am at home, preparing goods for the journey. Once my basket has been filled, it will begin.

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I’m wondering about curtains and skins as the banana begins to show me more:

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Peeling: Strange Lessons On Being Seen
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April 19, 2025 at 12:51 PM
As I cut the slices, each one falls away with grace. And then I hear it, the voice. It needs to tell me something.

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How Did It Know What We Should Have?
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April 11, 2025 at 4:27 PM
The passionfruit doesn’t pretend. It is what it is—chaotic, unashamed. I stare at it too long, feeling something I can’t name.
April 4, 2025 at 10:32 AM
Passion is supposed to drive you, right? So why does it taste like exhaustion? Why does it taste like something I lost? How do the gatekeepers play into it?

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I Was NOT Ready for What Was Inside
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April 4, 2025 at 10:30 AM
The best laughter is that of a donkey and child. The mango was a portal.

Juice ran down my fingers like melted sunlight. Nothing else mattered.
March 27, 2025 at 3:22 PM
I wasn’t in my kitchen anymore. The air shifted. The world softened.

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March 26, 2025 at 12:22 PM
The mango was heavier than I expected. And it took me where I could have never expected to go.
It had something to say. I listened.

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While Cutting, I Stumbled Upon a Way OUT
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March 25, 2025 at 5:19 PM
A slice on my tongue—bright, sharp, real. Even the smallest things offer something. Even me. Even you.
March 22, 2025 at 6:26 AM
The world is waiting. The basket is filling. The fruit does not fear transformation. I wonder if I could be like that.

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March 20, 2025 at 9:02 AM
The kiwi does not flinch. Outside, laughter. A life I am not living. A moment I am not part of. The fruit opens. I hesitate.

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How To Know — It Was Then That I Understood
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March 18, 2025 at 6:35 PM
A severed pineapple crown still holds its shape, waiting. A mandarin peel curls in on itself, stiff with memory. The kiwi? It surrenders. Some things fight becoming. Others know it is inevitable.
March 17, 2025 at 3:20 PM
The fuzz gave way, the green split open—vivid, alive, unafraid. I wonder what it’s like to exist without resistance.
March 16, 2025 at 8:00 PM
I eat. I think of places I haven’t been. Love I haven’t found. The scent of citrus lingers, then fades. The day moves on. So do I. 🍊
March 13, 2025 at 5:36 PM
The mandarin is gone. Just the peel remains, curled like a memory, drying into something else. I watch my empty hands. I should move on.
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I Ate The Fruit – Not Sure I Should Have
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March 11, 2025 at 5:33 PM
The way my mother’s hands peeled these so easily, like she knew how to make the world soft. I try. It opens. A quiet kind of love.
March 10, 2025 at 3:59 PM
A message I don’t open. A fruit I do. The past and the present, peeling away.
This is going to be sweet. Sharp, alive.
March 9, 2025 at 2:24 PM
The Weight of Small Things—
a mandarin in my palm. Light, too light. A tiny planet, a secret, a soul. I peel it. It doesn’t resist. Some things are meant to be let go of.
March 8, 2025 at 9:09 AM
The blade goes through. A sigh—mine or the pineapple’s, I can’t tell. The kitchen is too quiet. I wipe my hands. I think about sleep. I think about nothing. I think about everything. And then I eat again.
March 6, 2025 at 12:18 PM
The smell hits me—syrupy, cloying, like a summer that doesn’t belong to me anymore. A memory of slow days, thick and golden. Was I happier then? The pineapple doesn’t care. It’s fighting back now, fibers clinging to the blade. This is not a fruit.
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The Fruit That Should NOT Be Cut
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March 4, 2025 at 5:15 PM
The pineapple twitches. I freeze. I think about emails I haven’t answered, the ceasefire negotiations, the new executive order. Juice seeps from the cut, too sweet, like a bribe. Like a distraction. I should stop thinking. I should keep cutting.
March 3, 2025 at 10:07 AM
I press the knife to its skin. It resists—just enough to make me wonder. The blade sinks in. The pineapple shudders. Maybe it’s my imagination. Juice wells up, thick and golden. Almost red.
I should stop. But stopping is the same as losing…
March 2, 2025 at 11:33 AM
The kitchen hums with uneasy silence. A fan whirs. The knife waits. The pineapple sits, armored and ancient, daring me to make the first move. This is no ordinary fruit. This is something older. Something that knows.
March 1, 2025 at 8:56 PM