Slow Day, Slow Head 25/01/23

charlie stu
Jan 25, 2023
1 min read

Updated: Sep 12, 2023

Apathy

Someone else will write it.

Days

Memory drifts amongst snow-capped peaks,

shapes of people,

signs of places,

footsteps in the trail of my own life,

yet I am lost.

Cooking

What I cannot say,

I flavour.

Food for friends,

food for family,

food for flirting,

my hands spice what I cannot say.

The English Breakfast

Add everything,

deep fry most,

consume lustily, all.

Tune

Thump your skull on the inside of your brain,

feel life pound into your mind,

you're not just surviving now.

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