Gyoza; Japanese style dumplings stuffed with chicken + pork, served steamed. Room 112 where the players dwell.
I taste them.
Crisp, clean and fresh; lemon, lime, verbena, jasmine & leather. Gendarme Cologne.
I smell me.
AirPods in to drown out the noise; staring at three 24 inch monitors while typing into this word document, everything else is still. Work, slight.
I hear the silence.
Eyes wide open, lucid dreaming; 45 – Watch the world burn. I’ll take a little less worse and
settle for enjoying cleansing rain.
Eye see you.
Today is warmer than yesterday, by a whole 20 degrees but I’m more concerned about the cold inside. I feel it.
You feel me?
The words, lately, are more reactive...