Do you ever feel in awe?

In awe of how unfulfilling certain things in life are?

Like the weight you feel after gnawing on bones of

barbeque chicken and fat grains of white rice,

Each piece extending the flesh of your skin outward,

More and more towards a horizon known to man alone.

Each pound heavy and pulling you down

Towards an ephemeral comfort,

The kind of comfort that requires to be refilled,

awaiting the next set of chewing and gnawing.

So you go, devouring, swallowing until your flesh stretches to its limits

But your quest for satisfaction remains unfulfilled.

3 Responses

  1. Alex

    You actually make it seem so easy with your presentation but I find this topic to be actually something that I feel I might by no means understand. It sort of feels too complex and very wide for me. I am looking ahead on your subsequent post, I’ll attempt to get the hold of it!


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