The start of all
or perhaps the end
And sometimes
all you have
No More, I beg, no more
and yet never enough..
Same spice
Same texture
Same warmth
Same old drab dose of comfort everyday
But
Burnt one day
Taste buds stung into numbness
Miss their frayed blanket sorely..
better place to tell you what i felt about it... i did love it actually. you dont need a lot of words to write what needs to be written :)
ReplyDeleteget out of the not-writing phase soon.... im waiting :)