food.

there is no light at the end of this tunnel.
you can taste it.
and you're going somewhere..

(sweet).
words always lose
on how you came about
i feel you
where have you been all my life?.
notice this smile..my eyes roll up believing

everlasting.

i heard it is not taken always like this,
taken no matter what is suffered..
higher a little further its immeasurable.
i couldnt care less,
i only care its mine.. and for me.
her lips, her tongue,
softly caressing my neck,
i am where my throne should ever be.

i feel better already.


(bitter).
what we have done for world
we think so much of reasons,
but maybe
we really are just bacterial.
thinking is so stupid.
treading to a magnificent epic celebration,
but your shoe stepped on dog feces.
what a shame
its raining in the park.
its a long way home to be alone.
she is away from me
it stinks.


(salt).
long day today,
exquisitely mine..
my drink gets me
of what is my withstanding.

only would you come into light
since you have this skill;
of looking out the bus window,
you have time to laugh at yourself..

and you can do it. no sweat.
she is with me
and i dont care for whatever.
it comes along like it'll be forever midnight;
what is next
probably what kept you bulletproof.
therefore..
i prefer soup.
i can listen to a heartbeat
a spoonful
and your hands clench.
weathered, maybe withered,
stoicism has a mind of its own.
i hear sounds and they form music.
its good to listen closely.

(sour).
abide your screams inside..
rotting to a birth abjured,
'tis outright touching solitude,
you forgot how you look.
you keep forgetting your own face.

looking down while
walking to continue, a sidewalk with no sides,
looking through eyes, you see it alone.
you are righteous to be selfish
when it is time to make trip,
down a plight of stairs..
could you care less of counting steps,
the depth unbearable losing,
just
being
lost.
having more if it only could be..
because
'tis a sunday without comfort,
any day won't be to read a book.

i havent seen much in living
that this is it.
that
the hairs at the back of your neck stand up,
you would think of
having more if it would be..
please
not only just this.
i don't know..
and its exactly what makes it this.



(umami).
it has been ages,
but it has been like that always.
those smiles remind me...

just.

remind.

does it get any better?.
i cant say much since...
when was it in the first place?.

and so will you, follow what could be fate
that only being here,
friends, family, mystery,
surround us,
worlds come by like
how you left that electric fan turned on..
going to sleep.
dont mind the tv at all
no hangovers in the morning too..

so turn off the lights,
time to not care.
into her womb
she whispers supremacy:
"i'll let you crawl back in.."

it's alright
thinking is so stupid sometimes.