"you write poems, so you must love metaphors" once, they told me. i just smiled. not because it is true but because i remembered you. you are a metaphor, a metaphor i cannot fathom. how do you do that? revealing and continuously pouring yourself like a fountain of chocolate, all sweet and bitter. Yet, i still find you so deep, mysterious. You are like the deepest trench in the world. People know you existed but not even the greatest scientist can explore you. Or have they ever dared to? ; nvrmnd














