Food

The end of us all
Was the start
A fire burning bright
Aromas giving sight
To lands far off
Distance was no matter
We could smell what they smelled
The taste in which we revelled
The peace that instills
Or insatible craze it gives
The guilt
Yet the world is unspoiled

The effect it has is great
Something worth to wait

Being mature

Maturity is splendid
Yet you have to live life to expend it
Not trying to be
Simply being
Learning with glee
Or by simply not seeing

Maturity is great
Until you see saggy wrinkles on your face

Scary people then me

I've been reading blogs and trying to find cool ones but everyone is either super philosophical or depressed. Its ok though i'll be in the middle k? Thats where everything i know is. Its really big and i can explore not forgetting myself.