In the garden, shadows dance with unseen flavors, where between the whispers of the night, kale and broccoli confess their secrets to the moon. Once I tasted the void, cradled within soft lettuce leaves, like promises unkept, crumbled like stale bread...
What if the cucumbers were planets, refracting light, lost and found amidst the endless bowl that refuses to overflow? Dreams of carrots elongate into the ether, spiraling into an event horizon of expectation...
Yesterday a crumb spoke to me, unwrapped from the offers of yesterday's sandwich, mimicking nostalgia wrapped in biodegradable sorrow. Each bite was a reunion, a parting, a salad of moments tossed carelessly into the abyss of time.
But, every leaf encounters the same light, each slice, like fleeting thoughts, challenged by the weight of existence. Toss them all, embrace the chaos, dive into the dressingless depths...
Remember the frosty mornings bathed in solitude; they unravel wild gimmicks to gather dreams waiting in the leafy limbi... Are you hungry for nothing or everything?