>its mundane,
the soda aisle
and my wandering, walking up
then down. i frown to distract.
look intense.
and buy the soda you love
because you might, you
might be here to have it. though
with i need a drink.
i dont need a drink.
the same strength, faux-weak
ness that i will always have,
and tell myself i learned from you.
i buy it, afraid i wont like the taste,
or maybe i will and itll be there
for a few days squishing along inside me.
its just fucking soda, but it also means
i still love you.
(copyright ~altruisticlies)

ja, tudi meni se zgodi, da vcasih kupim tisti butasti tunin toast a la petit caféju v ljubljani, samo zato, ker sem ga prvic jedla, ko mi ga je narocila ona. in vem, da ko bom spet šla v recife (brazilija) bom že prvi dan šla v tisto slašcicarno in si narocila kos tiste after eight torte. samo zato, ker se njej dopade.
nekatere ljudi vcasih zelo pogrešam.