can't expect what happens in life. some things are planned but most of the time, the course of events are just out of my hands. i try to forget but destiny never fails to remind me of him. why does he always appear out of nowhere.
but on the last night of the june pride, i went to golden maria's arms again. i went to that nocturnal farm where all of my kind meet. then i saw this farmer, growing the same olives in my mouth. it was savoury. it was all over my lips. i enjoyed it. i used my hands to pick some more fruit, or whatever that is.
deep inside, i am feeling something warm. but deeper inside, i still feel that marooned feeling with that pizza pie slice. what should i do? is this just recycling? still love him. i will wait, even forever for the cheese to melt or would i drink martinis with olives, savoury olives...
1 comment:
bretch! such imaginative figures of speech :) even if i couldn't quite picture what you were talking about, it still managed to amuse me :) keep 'em coming. :)
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