Time is non existant
The world around me shuts down
I transfer myself wholeheartedly
Into a fantastical adventure
For I am no longer myself
I am the protagonist
Sleep, I need not
But answers, well..
Answers I need to live

Someone has stolen my food,
Which I saved and made for my soul.

My soul is starving,
And the mind is crying.

I suddenly started asking for help,
I fell on the floor and yelp.

My soul is dying for the food
And I started feeling guilty for being so rude.


The stolen food was not fruits, vegetables or ice creams,
But they were my wishes desires and dreams.

Each morning she fills a bowl with love.
And my hands become like a spoon.
Nourishing my soul with such a precious gift.
A memory my mouth will soon never forget.
The taste of love