Your words are tasteless, not salty,
not sweet.
Not bitter, not mild.
Your words are tasteless, like your
thoughts. Volcanic eruptions of nothingness, pure emptiness, like the echoes of a vast cave.
Your words are tasteless, like your soul. Frigid yet easy.
Do not share with me hollowness, as I cannot bear the thought of my emotion forcefully surpassing my body
to reach emptiness.
With great difficulty do I share with you feelings and the intricacy of my being, only
to know that it is not being received.
Do not blame me for I am cold, for the falseness of the days have made me protective.
Your words are tasteless, they are barren. They hold no meaning.
hetrogene 