To: Her

Comfort

It was a Saturday morning

you held your head in pain and linger on the horrifying memories

were they true?

you asked yourself

only to find your mind 

cold 

frail

yet, something was different 

the air felt soothing and humid

calmer, perhaps...

the shadows the lurk every night

have slumber under the blazing light 

.

.

.

down the empty hall,

a wonderful smell came across

it was heaven, no

it was a colorful paradise

around you

this feeling was love at first sight

as

 your eyes met with 

 the bamboo shoots 

that tango with the nori (seaweed)

the pork belly that engulfs itself with the 

silk, fatty, and overnight broth 

ah... 

the noodles that tie everything together 

your eyes glistened with stars, a dream you never thought you would reach

a meal.

and for the first time

the shadows lurk into a new form, 

human

flesh

a different aura that was abnormal

yet 

safe for just a moment

as they nod towards your desperate state of hunger 

your little feet excitedly walked towards the rusty table 

with joy

as you sat down on the chair and stared down at the masterpiece

you couldn't help but just smell

having the aromatic hug of rich and crafted soup 

hug you, wanting you to feel it 

to see and just enjoy it 

at that moment, the pain was nothing

pain, you could bear it

but what made you vulnerable yet safe?

a bowl of paradise

colorful

elegant

and comforting 

- 

why