To food,
I admit, I think of you all the time. In the morning when I wake up, during some time that i'm not doing anything, even when I lie awake at night, you suddenly cross my mind out of nowhere. When I see you, i'd want you. The thrill of the sizzle of your voice. The sound of crunch in my mind. Don't scream for my name, I don't want to hear. I'd always want you, but I shouldn't. It hurts to avoid you like this. I'd be happy with you, but i'm trying to be happy with myself, too
At all cost i'm trying to avoid a conflict here. Don't tempt me. I'm trying to be committed.
Dying inside.
Committed to diet.
YOU ARE READING
Random Letters
RandomI couldn't say that what I write is real. Sometimes they are, sometimes they just aren't. The random letters became the purest of me. The rawest of my thoughts put into words for people that may be real, or an imagination of this creative mind.
