trust. began,
the first days
with milk.
love. continued,
the numbered suns
with milk.
soothe. played,
the ignorant moons
with milk.
change. plagued,
the constant times
with milk.
gone. started,
the goodbye daze
without milk.
deny. deny,
the now memories
without milk.
~•~
I couldn't believe it when I found out I was lactose intolerant. I've been drinking milk from when I was born and have continued to do so until 19 years into my life.
I couldn't.
Or more specifically I could but then face the wrath of uncontrollable waste discharge. (Diarrhoea)
So this is an ode to milk. But also to so much more.
-darkcueink(26/04/19)
