Apples and Oranges
Apple. The object of my soul desire. I don't taste much of you these days. I miss you and the stomach pains you braught along with you. Shiny and red, sweet and plump. And now, I can taste You in my mouth, You sit in my throat and try to choke me. You cling to my body and I hate You. I've traded apples in for You but that's all going to change. Besides I need something for my mind to focus on. Another dizzy spell at the wrong time...Better again. And oranges, yes, can't forget them, I had numerous staring contests with oranges last summer. I adore your sweet sticky, juice sliding down my arms and staining my skin. Smelling like oranges the rest of the day.
Quote(s) of the Night: "If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?"- T. S. Eliot
"The trouble is you can't sleep forever."- Meg Bristow