Have you ever bought a cone of ice cream, with so many scoops you begin to lose track of all the vastly different flavours, as by the fingers of the sun they all start blending together, like the colors on the palette of an artist, but they don't create harmonies, no, they clash together fiercely, however there'll be no victor to this animosity, everyone is defeated, robbed of their essence and color, soon they'll all look, taste and feel like corpses left on a battlefield – battlefield the most of which is violently surging under the sunbeams that poke holes in its structure, so much so that the boundries of the cone no longer bear any significance, be it by overflowing over its confines or dissolving them altogether, the ice cream's remnaints find their way onto your fingertips, so you try to lick them off, like an animal, but your taste buds are harassed by it, they'd rather retire or seek exile far from the chambers of your poor mouth, of only not to suffer through this ordeal again, your hand throws the cone away, and you start to wonder, why did you buy so much ice cream in the first place. Has that ever happened to you?
