A craving beyond craving
a ballad to my love
yellow rice
I have eaten all of your relatives
now it is just you
and I can't find you
I need you
for my survival
as a happy person
as a stable human
I look up to you
even though you are food
but you are good food
happy food
comfort food
with cozy flavors and safe textures
yellow rice
where are you?
The toy falls
faster
faster
closer to the ground
its paws reaching out
it lands on the grass with a light thud
it hides there
waiting
quietly.
I have the chance to do anything
not quite everything
but many things
and I don't know what I want to do.
I could be a writer
or start my own company
or be an Einstein-level mathematician
I hate stereotypes
and the heavy, constant smell of perfume as I walk by my classmates wearing too much lip gloss
but I like dressing myself up
and I do care about my appearance
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