melancholly


Are we but drops of personality in a universe of emotion
All different ingredients
Of different origins
Different flavors
But all together make one unique recipe
One ingredient without the other and the dish is melancholy
The mixtures simmer together enforcing the outcome that’s needed
Craved
Are we all but simple ingredients to our ancestor’s dish
Combined in different forms
Adjusted to taste
Perfected
When will our taste be right
Generations of combining
Decades of tasting
Century’s of improvement
When will we be safe for consumption
We lay the bricks to follow
We read our ancestors cook books
But what do we add
that ingredient to bring all these diverse emotions together

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