today I burned my tongue on a piece of pizza and I think that it’s a very strong metaphor that sometimes the things you love most in life will hurt you.
It’s closing a window that’s been open for as long as you know.
It’s become a sign of familiarity, a sign of comfort.
It’s offered a cool, slight breeze, melodic sounds of nature, the bathing light of the sun day after day.
But over time the window has fallen apart,
it lets rain in,