Daffodil

The little mirror in his hand - strong and firm - it challenges him:

"Look at me. Look only for a second, only for a moment, a single blink will do, your lonesome shall be no more and all sorrows will be through."

He knows far too well what the mirror spoke was untrue and when his gaze finds the golden frame - it's beauty striking and it's design exceptional - the promises are the still same, yet he can not dare to see his own faded reflection in the comfortably kept glass. The clenching feeling in his abdomen causes a split moment of reconsideration, before he finally releases the golden mirror from his grasp, watching as it falls between the slick long sun-coloured flowers. It will return.

Knot

How long until it stops?

Icecream - I scream

I crave,- I want it all. I lust,- I need it desperately. I starve,- I want anything but the want.

It's too much and never enough.