technicolorwonder
the crunchy crystals quickly dissolved into a perfect sweetness on the tip of my tongue as I licked the rim of my glass. the passion flower pink liquid onside intrigued my as I took in
covering my face and arms in little pale splotches, with only a few other ingredients it turns into the most recognizable food on earth. soft but heavy,
everywhere. climbing the old brickwork, tearing at the mortar, obscuring the windows and doors. so long abandoned, left to the vines. once a full place, a family place, filled with light and laughter. dark now, but
oh bagel , how you tempt me. I enjoy you in so many flavors, I drape you in so many delectable spreads. hot or cold, soft or crunchy, I do not discriminate.
I saw a little smudge today. it was on the corner of my glasses. I walked around viewing the world with a slight softening around the edges of everything in the lower left quadrant of my vision, all because of a little smudge. it took me hours to notice it but only moments to wipe it away, yet it affected all that I saw. a smudge is a curious little thing.
the entirety of most people's lives are fabricated. we tend to become not who we are but, rather, who we think the world wants us to be. we design a character that we dutifully slide on each morning. if we are very lucky, we get to take off this character when we come home but rarely does this happen. instead, we wear this character so diligently we slowly lose more and more of ourselves until we are not truly ourselves and not truly our character, either. when we meet a new person, we meet them not as ourselves but as our fabricated character and there is very little chance that this will somehow bloom into a relationship where you can now be wholly yourself, different from the character and false pretenses the relationship is founded on. fabrication for mass appeal is dangerous in that as we lose ourselves, we lose our moral compass and sense of self worth.