A croissant with avocado and ham,
Hesitated for a moment, then added three slices of ham.
Knowing it may overpower the taste, but decided nonetheless.
For life is short, and ham's shelf-life even shorter.
A can of tuna, a deep sigh,
"Another day survived."
For Nail-
Five months pass
Until a new one grows
In its place.
Pink lemonade sends an invite to my organs, asking to dance together.
She first jumps on my teeth with her rich bubbles, but my teeth chatter.
They are afraid that carbonic acid might break their bonds.
And she goes down.
A “bouncing” feeling hits my throat.
Before she can make the official offer,
“Keeping going! Keep going down,” my throat yells at her.
…
Finally, she reaches the stomach, who welcomes her warmly.
“Let’s dance! Let’s dance!”My stomach is happy - very clearly.
“I want to but I can’t anymore. says the lemonade,
Arriving here costs all my strength.”
“Maybe next time?”
“Next time, I promise.”
My mind often trappes me,
Most of the time, we disagree with each other.
It’s not the same thing we want.
A soul that we can have a conversation with,
Or some fake compliments.
Most of the time, I am easily satisfied.
What I longing for is easy,
Yet I still feel empty.
What she seeks are illusory,
A utopian that doesn’t exist.
Two separate mindsets live in the same body.
Most of the time, I enjoy arguments.
It’s hard to find someone to listen to you.
Deep in my heart, I know she is right.
But she can’t face the cruelty of this world,
And I have to.
Sometimes I just want her to go away,
Let silence take us by the throat.
I have been dealing with myself for a long time.
And I’d rather be myself.
