not too sweet, and best dripping with salted butter.
It wants that fat that delivers flavor,
those omega fatty 3 acids, you know, like salmon.
It wants payload, it wants soothing.
It is always raging against something—
including the dying of the light.
Sometimes I can’t control all that anger and angst.
It doesn’t want burnt toast, it wants new ideas,
new horizons, not the dregs of the past, regurgitated.
That’s all it asks for. Nothing more.
2/24 Write the mind open with Patrice Veccione
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