[ strawberry candy .]

i find that at times, i prostitute myself to an idea or feeling

smothered tight and thick to a point where i cannot see.

now and then, feverishly indulge in the luxuries i crave yet cannot afford

i know it going in, guided by lights i think are stars.

but being gathered and held and touched are like little, white lies

strawberry candy that dissolves instantly on my tongue.

but it is what it is, i dont take it back.

hopefully i wont become sampled and forgotten.