nature's secret
mystery is like a forbidden fruit. when it first blossomed, it flourishes to ripe, as your mouth salivates for its immoral pleasure. if you do not masticate it and had let it sit for an extended period of time, it eventually begins to decay as the zest wastes away when it's going nowhere. but if you end up devouring the conjecture of its toothsomeness, your perception vertically goes in degrees between gratification and dismay but never horizontally. most of the time, it is not what you think.