Why do onions make us cry? Our hearts are often attached to the so perfect Blinding us from reality The fact that one day it will all be gone. I'm standing in the kitchen in front of the stove And I remember a phone call from 4 years ago Advice on cooking, something I rarely do But just today, I find myself in this situation Again, here, no advice The memories from the first time haunt me I can't even remember what I did It is as though my knowledge left with she who adviced me My spaghetti doesn't taste as great as it did before Did it once or twice, but it never tasted this dry It never felt so painfull not to remember... But just when the light is gone You should always look back Because the advice is never gone unless You want it to be gone. It will not be the end But tomorrows bowl will be even better
Media Studies Major at Queens College
Photographer, Writer and Enthusiast
The world is my my book,
I edit the pages.
