“How much of you is pure, fully alive, and really living; like the flesh of that sweet, mouthwatering watermelon? How much of you has died and withered away, like bones deteriorating over time? The happiness one longs to grasp, how much of you is planted behind a thick rind? Hopping the fresh juices will drip down and immerse that hollow and empty skull, the hidden pain that no one knows. Melon Heads, wearing this fictional vibrant zest one deems to be true, but how natural are you? The blissful balance of life comes from within; no person, substance, or item can substitute. Like a seed we are born to grow. We are the fruit of the world, either slowly decomposing in life's artificial flavors or ripening towards a luminous and wholesome self.”