Delicious.
Experience a pallette on your palate. Inexplicably meticulous arrangement of flavor. A splash of color exemplifies and multiplies. A dash of spice personifies a bonafide rendition of the artistic flare of elevation unknown to us. Curiosity causes my own circularity. Now and again clarity is clear to me. I see change for the better all day everyday. Overstate the goodness of life. Despite the trife. Delight in spite of dismal horizons gray clouded providing shrouded neutrality of natural embodiment of bodiless, mindless, souless solstice which brings about all the aforementioned. Meaning death. So hey, it's gone from bright and beautiful to colorless and desolate. But never forget to just let the earth turn. Burn or not. The sun still shines. Lines happen on blank paper. Paint can exist where it wasn't at all. Leaves don't grow if leaves don't fall. A tree still stands whether it's understood or not. And when it comes down to it, the soup is too hot for just a quick second