My life is a series of flavors.
Something sweet and something bitter;
Death and animation.
A taste of passion, and one of apathy –
The first rich and the latter acidic.
Alcoholism and depression;
Fermentation and seductive chocolate.
Innocence and guilt.
A Chrysanthemum of happiness…
My life is a series of flavors, with nothing fully consumed.
What remains is empathy and sympathy…
Appreciation for the complexity of the human experience,
And for the friendships and education found therein…
Mostly, what remains is to question.