To have a feast at arm's length, right there in front of you, the rich colors, the promise of flavors, then raising your eyes and seeing the sword of Damocles. You only have to reach out, but you withdraw your hand, you prefer hunger. 
For a long time I wished life to be as well organised as the directions found on this wall (but it does not work that way).
Seeking every day, in every second, the perfection of the world (one can find it, one day at a time) 
I never doubted
the need for
following directions
in every shape or form
going from 49 to 51
but never asking yourself
why number 50 is on the other side
(this is how we humans live)
Time, hot, cold, past, gone, stolen, switched off, in the palm of my hand, in the ray of light that has just landed on my morning.
Reposted from August 2017, reviewed in July 2019