But it tastes like yesterday.

Everyday tastes like yesterday, just has a small bit of a different seasoning, one day Basil, one day Oregano, but under that, is the same day. You can't hide that.

And maybe from the inside, my bonfire has gone out.

But an oddly blank feeling blocks the mourning; and under that is tired.

And the taste today is Pepper.

I never used to like Pepper, even used as a minor spice.

I can stand it now, I can stand it, I've gotten used to it, because it's always going to be there.

Is living Pepper?

hmn.


I like apples.


I don't like the taste, at all.

I don't like the feeling when I bite into them.

I don't like how I'm always told not to eat the seeds when I eat and how the core's in the way of my making a /real/ bite.

I don't like how that's what mom tells me to eat when I'm hungry, even though there are perfectly good snacks such as sandwhiches in the fridge.

But when you cut them in half, did you know the seedsand core make a star shape?


There's something good in everything.


Hmn.


Hmn.


Hmn.

Who knows.


I love you all.


I love you all.


Hmn.

I love you all.


Hmn.


Hmn.
Hmn.

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loveyouall.

seeyou.