Vermilion

What I witness, what I hide, what I yearn.

the ice from a snowflake that has escaped from the heavens slowly melting on my tongue

the gentle waft of sugar and butter melting while a cake is in the oven

cleaning off the grease on a paper as I wipe my fingers from the crispy fish and accompanied chips

the snap, crackle and pop of rice bubbles

the warm, loving hug from a parent

the reassurance from a source stating all will be okay

the gentle beat of the heart thumping close to my ear as i lie on someone's chest

the sound of multiple voices all talking and laughing at once

the silky feel of sand between my toes

the feeling of eternity while running on a long deserted stretch of road

the ability to be motivated at whatever I do

the softness of a mattress, willing me to sleep

the tears of the innocent, fallen for the damned

Until next time.
xx