♥ apple papple says:
i think i feel like a chewing gum
the realization of one's true life, depends on the reality of others around with the desires of contemplation~ says:
?
♥ apple papple says:
when i taste good, my chewer chews at me with enthusiasm, with interest, with love. when i begin to run out of taste, the chewer slows down, and starts to forget about my presence. the chewing simply becomes a mechanical, automatic movement. and when i finally run out of taste, the chewer simply spits me out into the bin
♥ apple papple says:
and im only but a lump of goo-ey thing lying in the trash
♥ apple papple says:
yay
♥ apple papple says:
but im in my ''beginng to run out of taste'' phase now
the realization of one's true life, depends on the reality of others around with the desires of contemplation~ says:
....
♥ apple papple says:
so i still have a place in the chewer's mouth. for now