Thyme runs like sand through an hour-glass.
Nigella seeds. Dark, so full of flavor but
Never to bloom. Only to be eaten.
Will I bloom? Do I want to?
Coriander and black sesame…
...open sesame? No. Closed sesame.
Closed forever, the sesame.
Do you sesame? Do you see… me?
Volcanic salt, if the volcano was my heart. And the salt
Was my tears.
Sumac like the Mack-truck that carries my despair.
Black garlic, so rare and beautiful. Like you. Like us.
Isot biber peppers, from a far-away land. Far, like
You and
Me
Are far.
All this pain, it takes its toll.
I am in pieces. I cannot be whole.
But hey, at least I have
this delicious blend:
Black as My Tainted Soul.
Nigella seeds. Dark, so full of flavor but
Never to bloom. Only to be eaten.
Will I bloom? Do I want to?
Coriander and black sesame…
...open sesame? No. Closed sesame.
Closed forever, the sesame.
Do you sesame? Do you see… me?
Volcanic salt, if the volcano was my heart. And the salt
Was my tears.
Sumac like the Mack-truck that carries my despair.
Black garlic, so rare and beautiful. Like you. Like us.
Isot biber peppers, from a far-away land. Far, like
You and
Me
Are far.
All this pain, it takes its toll.
I am in pieces. I cannot be whole.
But hey, at least I have
this delicious blend:
Black as My Tainted Soul.