Nikita Nelin

Story Weaver

03/18/20 CC

Sadness with salt,

lightly seared by what should be a simple maneuver

but for the change of the soul.

It wasn’t so long ago,

the timer was ringing,

the alarm on fire

and the four directions to rush.

But today - my world -

our only meal is each other.

Keep trying with new recipes,

keep an eye on your sous chef

keep stirring the pot

"Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels." 
                                                                                     Goya