I seem to have dedicated a good portion of the recent years in my life to pursuing human drama and mischief. Or have they pursued me? Regardless, they have been part of my experience.
I’ve been caught with each finger in a different cookie jar. Chocolate all over my face. Crumbs coming out of my ears. It hasn’t really served to only eat sweets, so I’m learning to cook vegetables. I’m practicing restraint.
Sometimes my taste buds scream for the whole pie, but I’m eating one morsel at a time. Better to savor the moment. A little craving inspires better poetry anyhow.