metamorphosis

I was never truely interested in iving. Just bouncing off one wave and storm to another, such was my ilfe. Living as if there is no tomorrow. Living in "apocalypse now". There is no tomorrow and whence, there is no point in tidying up my place, or do groceries, or make a nice breakfast. What's the point of buying a flower or plant, if it's all goa end tomorrow. Today I discovered I might be interested in living, to look forward to tomorrow and the days that follow. Today, I made bread. I mixed flour, salt, olive oil and water, and put it in the oven. I made coffee. Then I drank coffee, felt the crunchy bread breaking into pieces, tasted the condensed bitter and almost sour taste of coffee.I thought tomyself, I'm alive, and this is how being alive feels like. There is nothing extatic about the taste of coffee or bread. It's just a subtle taste or sensation. It's not a buing sensation either. But perhaps, that's quite enough. + نوشته شده در  دوشنبه بیست و چهارم بهمن ۱۴۰۱ساعت 11:23&nbsp توسط فلانی  |