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?
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
In my mind
"Thanksgiving" has warped definition
twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people
it used to be a holiday of celebration;
now it's harsh and revealed and true
it's cruel and violent
It's cold out
it's snowing
falling slowly
steadily
reassuringly
it brings a sense of calm
the world has begun the process of renewing;
once the snow melts
it will be spring
life will return
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